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SORIN CERIN THE GREAT SILENCES

SORIN CERIN

THE GREAT
SILENCES

Poems of meditation

2016
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Sorin Cerin. All rights reserved. No part of this
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Manufactured n the United States of America

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1537235001

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This book have been published for first time by Paco


Publishing House in Romanian language in Romania

Descrierea CIP a Bibliotecii Naionale a Romniei


CERIN, SORIN
Marile tceri / Sorin Cerin,- Bucureti ; PACO, 2015
ISBN 978-606-665-101-1
821.135.1-1

This book have been published also in Romanian language


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Critical appreciations about the


poetry of meditation
PhD Professor Al Cistelecan within the heading Avant la
lettre, under the title Between reflection and attitude,
appeared in the magazine Familia nr.11-12 November-
December 2015, pag.16-18, Al Cistelecan considers about
the poetry of meditation, of Sorin Cerin, that:
"From what I see, Sorin Cerin is a kind of volcano
textually, in continuously, and maximum eruption, with a
writing equally frantic, as and, of convictions. In
poetry,relies on gusts reflexive and on the sapiential
enthusiasm, cultivating, how says alone in the subtitle of
the Non-sense of the Existence, from here the poems "of
meditation".
One approach among all risky - not of today,
yesterday, but from always - because he tend to mix where
not even is, the work of poetry, making a kind of
philosophizing versified, and willy-nilly, all kinds of
punishments and morality.
Not anymore is case to remind ourselves of the
words said by Maiorescu, to Panait Cerna, about
"philosophical poetry," because the poet, them knows, and,
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he very well, and precisely that wants to face: the risk of to


work only in idea, and, of to subordinate the imaginative, to
the conceptual.
Truth be told, it's not for Sorin Cerin, no danger in
this sense, for he is in fact a passional, and never reach the
serenity and tranquility Apolline of the thought, on the
contrary, recites with pathos rather from within a trauma
which he tries to a exorcise, and to sublimates, into radical
than from inside any peace of thought or a reflexive
harmonies.
Even what sounds like an idea nude, transcribed
often aphoristic, is actually a burst of attitude, a transcript
of emotion - not with coldness, but rather with heat (was
also remarked, moreover, manner more prophetic of the
enunciations).
But, how the method, of, the taking off, lyrical,
consists in a kind of elevation of everything that comes, up
to the dignity of articulating their reflexive (from where the
listing, any references to immediately, whether
biographical or more than that), the poems by Cerin,
undertake steep in the equations big existential and
definitive, and they not lose time in, domestic confessions.
They attack the Principle of reality, not its
accidents. Thus, everything is raised to a dignity
problematic, if no and of other nature, and prepared for a
processing, densified.
Risks of the formula, arise fatal, and here, because
is seen immediately the mechanism of to promote the
reality to dignity of the lyrism.

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One of the mechanisms comes from expressionist


heritage (without that Sorin Cerin to have something else in
common with the expressionists), of the capitalized letter,
through which establishes suddenly and unpredictably, or
humility radicalized , or panic in front of majesty of the
word.
Usually the uppercase, baptizes the stratum
"conceptual" (even if some concepts are metaphors),
signaling the problematic alert.
It is true, Sorin Cerin makes excess and wastage, of
the uppercase, such that, from a while, they do not more
create, any panic, no godliness, because abundance them
calms effects of this kind, and spoil them into a sort of
grandiloquence.
The other mechanism of the elevation in dignity
rely on a certain - perhaps assumed, perhaps premeditated -
pretentious discourse, on a thickening lexical, and on a
deep and serious declamation.
It is insinuated - of lest, even establishes - and here
is an obvious procedure of imaginative recipe, redundant
over tolerant.
How is and normal - even inevitable - in a lyrical of
reflection what wants to coagulate around certain cores
conceptual, the modality immediate of awareness of these
nodes conceptual, consists in materializing the abstractions,
making them sensual is just their way of to do epiphany
lyrical.
But at, Sorin Cerin, imaginative mechanics is based
on a simple use of the genitive, which materialize the

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abstractions, (from where endless pictures like "the thorns


of the Truth," "chimney sweeps of the Fulfillments," " the
brushes of Deceptions" etc. etc.), under, which most often
is a button of personification.
On the scale of decantation in metaphors we stand,
thus, only on the first steps, what produces simultaneously,
an effect of candor imaginative (or discoursive), but and
one of uniformity.
Probable but that this confidence in the primary
processes is due to the stake on decanting of the thought,
stake which let, in subsidiary, the imaginative action (and
on the one symbolized more so) as such.
But not how many or what ideas roam, through
Sorin Cerin's poems are, however the most relevant, thing
(the idea, generally, but and in this particular case, has a
degree of indifference, to lyricism).
On the contrary, in way somewhat paradoxically,
decisive, not only defining, it's the attitude in which they
gather, the affect in which coagulates.
Beneath the appearance of a speech projected on
"thought", Sorin Cerin promotes, in fact, an lyricism (about
put to dry) of, emotions existential (not of intimate
emotions).
The reflexivity of the poems is not, from this
perspective, than a kind of penitential attitude, an
expression of hierarchies, of violent emotions.
Passionate layer is, in reality, the one that shake,
and he sees himself in almost all its components, from the
ones of blaming, to the ones of piety, or tenderness

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sublimated (or, on the contrary, becoming sentimentalist


again).
The poet is, in substance, an exasperated of state of
the world and the human condition and starting from here,
makes exercises with sarcasm (cruel, at least, as, gush), on
account of "consumer society" or on that of the vanity of
"Illusions of the Existence".
It's a fever of a figures of style that contains a curse,
which gives impetus to the lyrics, but which especially
highlights discoursive, the exasperation in front of this
general degradation.
So general, that she comprised and transcendental,
for Sorin Cerin is more than irritated by the
instrumentalization of the God (and, of the faith) in the
world today.
Irritation in front of corruption the sacred, reaches
climax, in lyrics of maximum, nerve blasphemous
("Wickedness of Devil is called Evil, / while of the God,
Good. ", but and others, no less provocative and" infamous
" at the address the Godhead); but this does not happen,
than because of the intensity and purity of his own faith
(Stefan Borbely highlighted the energy of fervor from the
poetry of Cerin), from a kind of devotional absolutism.
For that not the lyrics, of challenge and blame, do,
actually Cerin, on the contrary: lyrics of devotion desperate
and passionate, through which him seeks "on Our True God
/ so different from the one of cathedrals of knee scratched /
at the cold walls and inert of the greed of the Illusion of
Life ".

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It is the devotional fever from on, the reverse, of


imprecations and sarcasm, but precisely she is the one that
contaminates all the poems.
From a layer of ideals, squashed, comes out, with
verve passionate, the attitudes, of Cerin, attitudes eruptive,
no matter how, they would be encoded in a lyrical of
reflections. "

Elvira Sorohan - An existentialist poet of the 21st


Century
Without understanding what is "trans-poetry",
which probably is not more poetry, invoking a term coined
by Magda Crneci, I more read, however, poetry today and
now I'm trying to say something about one certain.
Dissatisfied of "insufficiency of contemporary
poetry" in the same article from "Literary Romania",
reasonably poetess accuses in block, how, that what
"delivers" now the creators of poetry, are not than notations
of "little feeling", "small despairs" and "small thinking. "
Paraphrasing it on Maiorescu, harsh critical of the
diminutives cultivated by Alecsandri, you can not say than
that poetry resulting from such notation is also low (to the
cube, if enumeration stops at three).
The cause identified by Magda Crneci, would be
the lack of inspiration, that tension psychical, specific the
men of art, an experience spontaneous, what gives birth,
uncontrollably, at creation.
It is moment inspiring, in the case of poetry,
charged of impulses affective, impossible to defeated
rationally, an impulse on that it you have or do not it have,
and, of, which is responsible the vocation.
Simple, this is the problem, you have vocation, you
have inspiration.

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I have not really an opinion formed about poetry of


Magda Crneci, and I can not know, how often inspiration
visits her, but if this state is a grace, longer the case to look
for recipes for to a induces ?
And yet, in the name of the guild, preoccupation the
poetess, for the desired state, focuses interrogative: "... the
capital question that arises is the following: how do we to
have access more often, more controlled and not just by
accident, to those states intense, at the despised
<inspiration>, at those levels, others of ours, for which the
poetry has always been a witness (sic!) privileged ".
We do not know whom belongs the contempt, but
we know that the inspiration is of the poet born, not made.
The latter not being than a craftsman and an artist.
I have in front three volumes of lyrics of the poet,
less known and not devoid of inspiration, Sorin Cerin,
ordered in a logical decrescendo, understandable, Non -
sense of the Existence, the Great silences, Death, all
appeared in 2015, at the Publishing Paco, from Bucharest.
After the titular ideas, immediately is striking, and
poetic vocabulary of the first poem, and you're greeted with
the phrase "Illusion of Life" that spelled with capital letters.
It is, in substance, an expression inherited from
vocabulary consecrated of the existentialist, enough to
suspect what brand will have the poems.
Move forward with reading, being curious to see
you how the poet remains on same chord of background,
and how deep, how seriously lives in this idea, not at all
new.
And it is not new for that the roots of the
existentialism, reformulated modern, draw their sap from
the skepticism of biblical, melancholic Ecclesiastes,
discouraged, in the tragic consciousness of finitude as
destiny.
It is the King biblical, an, existentialist avant la
lettre.
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He discovers that " weather is to you be born, and a


time is to die", otherwise "all is hunting of wind".
What else can be said new in our time, even in
personal formula, when the existentialism has been
intensively supported philosophically, in centuries XIX,
and, XX, from Kierkegaard and up to Sartre, with specific
nuances.
A poem in the terms, of the existentialism status,
more can interested the being of the our days, slave of
the visual image and the Internet, only through adaptations
or additions updated, complementary the central idea, and
not finally, by the power of the return over of the self.
It is about what you are trying to achieve the poet
Sorin Cerin, leaving us, from the beginning, the impression
that he lives the miracle creative, the inspiration.
Wanting to guide the reader to search for a specific
kind of poetry cultivated in these volumes (with one and
the same cover), author subtitled them, ne varietur "Poems
of meditation", as and are at the level of ideas.
But how deep and how personal, is the meditation,
you can not say than at the end of reading, when you
synthesize what namely aspects of ontology and from what
perspective, intellectual and emotional, them develop the
poet.
Certainly, the existentialist poetry vocabulary
universal, recognizable, is now redistributed in an another
topic, what leads to combinations surprising of new , some
daring, or terribly tough, such as those concerning the
church.
Reading only one of the three volumes is like as you
them read on all, are singing on same chord with minimal
renewal from, a poem to another.
The poet closes in a unitary conceptual sphere, from
here the specific rhetoric.

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Wherever you open one of the volumes, you are in


the center of the universe poetic of the same ideas, the same
attitude of skepticism outraged.
At the level of language, the same vocabulary, well-
tuned with the conceptual sphere, is recombined in new and
new phrases with updates related to today's environment,
and even immediately of the Being, thrown into the world
to atone for the "Original Sin".
It is known, because sages said, "Eva's son does not
live in a world devoid of wails".
The ambition to build a personal meditation,
impossible to achieve at the level of poetic vocabulary,
already tired, is compensated by the art of combination of
the words, without being able to avoid redundant frequency
of some phrases.
The most frequent, sometimes deliberately placed
and twice in the same poem is "Illusion of Life".
Dozens of others keywords, complementary,
surprises by ostentatious use, to emphasize the idea of
"Non-sense of Existence".
Are preferred, series of words written with
uppercase: "Moment," "Immortality," "Illusion," "Absurd,"
"Silence," "Death," "Eternity", "Absolute Truth", "Dream",
"Free Will", "Original Sin", "Love", "Loneliness",
"Alienation", "God" and many others.
The phrase brings here and now, living
problematized of the existence is "Consumer Society".
Is released from poetry a frenzy of duplication of
word, what supports the idea.
Often this exuberant energy of rearrangement of
words, covers what you looking for in poems composed on
one and the same theme, namely, living intense affective of
feeling of "illusion of life" inside, not outside.
Here, we more mention of manner to distinguish the
expressive words spelled with a capital letter.

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Rain of uppercase tends to flood few basic


meanings of the poems.
And more there's a particularity, the punctuation.
After each verse, finished or not as, understood,
grammatical or not, it put a comma; the point is put
preferably only after the last verse.
Otherwise than biblical Ecclesiastes, our poet, more
revolted, than melancholic, do hierarchies of vanities pretty
little ordered that you to can follow clear ideas.
The significances is agglomerating, in one and the
same poem, like Hierarchy of the Vanity.
But it's not the only one.
Of blame can be contemporary reality which
provokes on multiple planes, poet's sensibility.
The word "the vanity" is engaged in a combination
serious, sharp, put to accompany even the phenomenon of
birth of the world, for to suggest, finally, by joins culinary
very original, willfully, vulgar, disgust, "nausea", la
Sartre, left behind by the consciousness of the absurd of
existence.
I sent at the poem, Industry Meat Existential: "Plow
of the Vanity dig deep, / in the dust of the Existence, /
wanting to sow the genes of the Illusion of Life, / for to be
born the World, / after a prolonged gestation, / in womb
without limits, of the Lie, / that rests on Truth for to exist, /
... ravens blacks of the thoughts, / by developing, / A true
Industry of the Meat Existential, / beginning, / from steaks
of, dreams on the barbecue of the Absurd, / up to, / sausage
of highest quality of the Hopelessness. "
What you find in this poem: paradox, nonsense,
nihilism, disillusionment, dreams made ashes, all this and
more will multiply, kaleidoscopic recombine in all creation
contained in these volumes.
If, the notions and synthetic concepts contained in
words maintains their meaning constant, the fate of the

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"word" is not the same, seems to go toward exhaustion, as


and the force of renewal of poetry.
Have and the words their fate, apart from poetry, as
the poet says.
At first, paradoxically, "Autumn sentimental" is
forsaken by the "harvests passionate of words" frantically
collected, by the temper ignited of the poet in love only of
certain words, those from existentialist semantics.
Sometimes, "Flocks, of words, / furrow the sky of
Memories".
In registry changed, the word is tormented as a tool
of media, violent, rightly incriminated of poet: "Words
lacustrine / cry in pots of Martyrs, / put at the windows of
brothels of Newspapers ...".
Is deplored the fate of the words employed unusual,
grotesque: "At butchery of Words, / in the street corner of
the Destiny / are sold bones of phrases rotten, / legs of
meanings for fried ...".
And with this fragment I have illustrated the
originality resentful word combinations, which give free
course the ideas, a poetic attitude provoked by the revolt
against the nonsense of existence.
Ultimately is metaphorise "the winter of the
Words, / which snows over our Days ..." and is deplored
their fate, the falling "in the Mud, of some Words, /
obscene and full of invective", and finally, their death:
"Cemeteries of words are strung in the souls, / what they
will and hopes at Resurrection ... ".
Here the words came back to poetry.
But, the word is only the tool what not is only of the
poet's, only of his, is the problem of background of
existence illusory, perceived as such, in the existentialism
terms from the early 21st century .
This is the core, the leitmotif of dozens of poems
signed by Sorin Cerin, distributed studied, I suppose

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symbolic numerological, in each volume 77 each, neither


more or less.
From the seed of this idea generously sown, rises
for the poet tired of so much, kneaded thinking: "Herbs of
questions what float lazily over the eyelids / of the Sunset, /
what barely can keep ajar, / in the horizon of some
Answers, / what appear to be migrated toward the cold
distances of the Forgetfulness. "
The note meditative of these lyrics is not entirely
discouraging.
The poet is neither depressed nor anxious, because
he has a tonic temperament.
He always goes from the beginning with undefeated
statements the will, to understand, without accepting, as,
thus, may to return toward the knowledge of self.
In poetic images rare, is outlined a kind of summary
of poetic discourse, focused in the poetry The Hierarchy of
the Vanity, ended in contemporaneity terms of the absurd.
It's a way to renew what was more said, that "we eat
absurd on bread."
The plural indicates in poet an exponent in the name
of man in general, "the granite" signifying the mystery
impenetrable, of which is now facing "cane thoughtfully"
"climbed up on the rocks of Life / we want to understand
the granite as it is, / a reed conscious of self.
|| Demolish the pillars of Nature of the Illusion of
Life, / trying to put in their place, / A Dream far stranger of
ourselves. || ruined the Weakness , / ... becoming our own
wrecks, / what wander to nowhere. || ...
Would be the eyes of Consumer Society made only
to/ watch the Hierarchy of the Vanities?
Love that would deserve a comment of the nuances
at which send the poetic images, is in the Dream and
reality, an: " icon attached to the walls of the cold and
insensitive, / of a cathedral of licentiousness, as is the

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Consumer Society, / which us consumes the lives / for a


Sens what we will not him know, never. "
Beyond the game of words, is noted, the noun
seriously, what cancels altogether the sacredness of the
cathedral.
It's a transfer of meanings produced by the
permanent revolt poured out upon the type of society we
live in.
Our life, the poet laments in the Feline Existential:
"is sells expensive at the counter of the Destiny / for to
flavor the Debauchery, / subscriber with card of pleasures,
all right / at the Consumer Society." / ... "Empty promises /
and have lost keys of the Fulfillment / and now make,
Moral to the cartel of Laws / alongside the prostitutes
politicians, of the moment ".
Violent language, as poetic arrows thrown and
against terrible degradation of politics, gives free course to
the ideas, a type nihilistic rebellion, raised to the rank of
principle.
Absolutely current target is even more evident
when, in the poem, the Game of the Life with Death,, is
criminalized in much the same terms, "Consumer Society
Famine garden, / as, great athletes, of cutting of incomes /
hysterical and false, scales of the Policy, / us skimp
sparingly each, Moment ... ".
Changing the subject, vocable "moment" in relation
to "eternity", updates a note from the arsenal of specific
words from the language of the great existentialist thinker
who was the mystic Kierkegaard.
After how attitudes clearly atheist, when it comes
to God and the church, in the poems of Cerin , update
hardness of language, with particularities of existentialism
of Sartre, while Mathematics of the existence and many
other poem, us bring back into the cultural memory the
image of that "monde cass" perceived critical by the
frenchman Gabriel Marcel.
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Perhaps the most dense in complementary


concepts the "existence", between the first poems of the
first volume, is Lewdness.
Are attempts to give definitions, to put things in
relationship through inversion with sense, again very
serious accusatory, like the one with address at
"monastery".
Sure, unhappiness of the being that writes such
poetry, comes not only from the consciousness of the fall of
man in the world under the divine curse, but and from what
would be a consequence, rejection, up to the blasphemy of
the need for God.
The interrogation, from the poetry, Lewdness,
which, seems that leaves to the reader the freedom of to
give particular answers, it's a trick of the poet aware of
what affirms, at masked mode: "The existence is a ghost
caught between two dreams, Space and / Time./ Peace will
always be indebted to the War with her own / weapons,
Vanity of Democracy and Dictatorship ./ Which Lewdness
has not its monastery and which murder /her democracy?"
The poem continues with a new definition of
"Existence" as a "gamble", accompanied by "Hope", never
left at the mercy of "free will", which would give to man
the freedom to change anything. It remains only the
freedom of the being to judge her own existence, eternal
fenced to can overcome the absurd.
Nature demonstrative of the poet him condemns,
extroversion, at excesses, that, scatters, too generous what
has gathered hardly from the library of his own life and of
books.
Paradoxically, the same temperament is the source
of power to live authentic feeling of alienation and
accentuated loneliness, until to feel his soul as a "house in
ruins", from which, gone, the being, fallen into
"Nothingness", more has chance, of to be, doomed
"Eternity".
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Remain many other comments of made at few


words the poet's favorite, written with upper case.
But, about, "Love", "God", "Church," "Absurd",
"Moment and Eternity", "Silence" and "Death" maybe
another time.
Would deserve, because this poet is not lacked of
inspiration so coveted by others, as wrote poet Magda
Crneci, but he must beware of the danger of remaining an
artifex, and yet not to step too pressed the footsteps from
Bacovia or Emil Botta, toward of not them disfigure
through excess.

Ana Blandiana: "The poetry of meditation on


which a writes Sorin Cerin is not a versification of
philosophical truths, but a interweaving of revelations,
about these truths. And the ratio of intensity of these
revelations and doubt from which are constructed the truths
is precisely the philosopher's stone of this poetry.
Moreover, secrecy of being able to fasten the lightning of
the revelation is a problem as subtle as that of keeping solar
energy from warm days into the ones cold. "

Theodor Codreanu: "Sorin Cerin is a paradoxist


aphoristic thinker, of, a great mobility of the mind, who
controls masterfully the antitheses, joining them
oxymoronically, or alternating them chiasmatic, in issues
with major stakes from our spiritual and social life. Poetry
from, the Free Will, is an extension of his manner of
meditation, imbuing it with a suitable dose of kynism
(within the meaning given to the word by Peter Sloterdijk),
succeeding, simultaneously the performance, of to remain
in the authentic lyricism even when blames "Ravens vulgar,
necrophiliacs and necrophagous, of the Dreams".

Ioan Holban : "About the expressiveness and


richness of meanings transmitted to the Other, by silence,
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Lucian Blaga wrote anthological pages. The poet of today


writes, in Great Silences, a poetry of religious sentiment,
not of pulpit, but, in thought with God, in meditation and in
the streak of lightning of thought toward the moment of
Creation. Sorin Cerin's poetry is of an other Cain
wandering in the wilderness, keeping still fragments from
the joy of Eden, to exit from "Vise" of the world, where, at
the fallen man, collapses the horizon of soul, in the rains of
fire and traces of lead. "

Prof.univ.dr.Maria Ana Tupan : "The lyrical


meditations of Sorin Cerin have something from the
paradoxical mixture of despair and energy of the uprising
from Emil Cioran's philosophical essays. The notification
of tragicalness and grotesque of the existence, does not lead
to psychical paralysis, but to nihilism exorcised and
blasphemous. Quarrel with "adulterine God" - appellation
shocking, but very expressive for the idea, of, original sin
of ... God who must be conceived the evil world through
adultery with Satan - receives, accents sarcastic in vignettes
of a Bibles desacralized, with a Creator who works to
firmament at a table of blacksmith, and a Devil in whom
were melded all rebels hippy-rap-punk-porto-Rican:
[...] Stars alcoholic, of a universe, greedy, paltry and
cynical, drinking by God at the table of Creation,
on the lachrymose heavens of Happiness, scrawled,
with graffiti by Devil,
If the poet has set in the poem, To a barbecue. an
exercise of Urmuz, success is perfect. Not only, ingenious
jumps deadly for the logic of identity from one ontological
level to another, we admire here, but and tropism, of, a
baroque inventiveness of an Eucharist inside out, because
in a universe of the life toward death, the one that is broken
is the spirit, the word, to reveal a flesh ... Deleuze, animal,
described as the meticulous anatomical map of a medical
student. The poet us surprise by novelty and revelation of
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the definition aphoristic, because after the first moment of


surprise, we accept the moralizing scenery of the time, with
a past, dead, a future alive, and a present, illusory, contrary
to common sentiment, that the lived life is our ego
certainly, that only the present really exists, and that the
future is a pure hypothesis. Cerin, redefines the human
being as, finding the authenticity in multiplication mental
of ternal reality and as existentialist project ".

PhD Professor Mircea Muthu: "The desperation


to find a Sens to the contemporary existence fill the poetic
testimony of Sorin Cerin, in which the twilight of language,
associated with "broken hourglass" of time, is, felt - with
acuity tragic - of, "our words tortured."
"Meditation, turned towards self itself, of "the
mirrors of the question" or of "the eyes" fabulous, of the
Ocean endlessly, is macerated at the same temperature
febrile, of voltaic arc, enunciated - in short - of the phrase
"rains of fire".

PhD Professor Cornel Ungureanu : "Sorin Cerin


proposes a poetic speech about how to pass " beyond ", a
reflection and a meditation that always needs capital letters.
With capital letters, words can bear the accents pressed of
the author who walks. with so much energy on the realms,
beautiful crossed by those endowed with the grace of the
priesthood. Sorin Cerin ritualization times of the poetic
deconstruction, if is to we understand properly the
unfolding of the lyrics under the flag of the title. "

PhD Professor Ion Vlad : "Sorin Cerin has defined his


poems from the book " The Great Silences ", " poems of
meditation ". Undoubtedly, reflexivity is the dominant of
his creation, chaired by interrogations, riots, unrest and
dramatic research of SILENCE, topos of the doubts, of the
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audacity, and, of the adventure of the spirit, in the


permanent search of the truth, and his poetry follows to an
axiology of an intense dramatic. Is the lyric of the lucidity,
meditation and of genuine lyricism ".

Ph.D. Lecturer Laura Lazr Zvleanu: "Intellectual


formed at the school Bucharest, but sensing the need to
claim it admiringly, from the critical model, of the school
Cluj, where he identify his exemplary models in the
teachers, Ion Vlad and Mircea Muthu, Sorin Cerin builds
and the poetry intertextual, because the poet of the Great
Silences, declares all over, his experts, identified here,
intrinsically, with Blaga ( through philosophical reflection
and prosodic structure, sometimes deliberately modeled
after Poems of light) and Arghezi. The very title of the
volume, the Great Silences, impose the imperative, of an
implicit dialogue with the poetry of Arghezi bearing the
same title. At the searches feverish from the Psalms of
Arghezi, of a God called to appear, answer them here the
interpellations indefatigably of an apostate, believer, that is
torn in the wilderness of the thought and of image broken
mirrored by the world declared, between love denouncer,
and affectionate revolt, between curse incantatory and
disguised prayer, of eternally in love, without being able, to
decline, in reality, fervor, although the word has
experimented, aesthetic, the whole lexicon, blasphemously
and apocalyptic. A duplicity of salvation, in fact, that -
shouting the drama of alienation and of introspection
missed, as and the impotence of the meeting with the other,
or fear of overlapping with him, in a world whose meaning
is wandered into "darkness of the camps of ideas", at the
interference of a time and of a space reached ' at the end of
border "- gives birth, in the litany, `a rebours, the signs of
creation redeemed, in full feast cynical, "on the table of
potter of love".

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Conf. univ. dr.Clin Teutian: "Poetry of Sorin


Cerin declaim a fatal nostalgia of the Sense. Thinking
poetic trying his recovery, from disparate fragments,
brought back together by labor lyrical, imagining a possible
map reconstituted, even fragmentary, of the world, but
especially of the being. Using of metaphors, neo-visionary,
is context of reference of these poems, crossed, from time
to time, of parables of the real, "read" in the key symbolic,
but and ironical. Cynicism is entirely absent in the lyrics of
Sorin Cerin. This means that the lyrical personage, what
speaks in this pages, namely, consciousness lyrical, put an
ethics pressure over reality, thus forcing her to assume own
forgotten truths. "

PhD Professor Cornel Moraru: "Prophet of


existential nothingness, the poet is part of category of the
moralists, summing up in a fleeting manner, precepts
aphoristic, and rough projections from a ecstatic vision of
the end of the world. His meditations develops a furious
rhetoric on theme "nonsense of Existence", although
expressing more doubts than certainties, and questions than
answers. The intensity of involvement in this endeavor
lyrical, touches, at a time, odds extremes: from jubilation to
sarcasm, and from indignation again at ecstasy ... "

PhD Professor Ovidiu Moceanu:"Through the


cemeteries of the dreams, volume signed by Sorin Cerin,
poetry of the great existential questions seeks a new status,
by building in texts which communicate underground, an
image of man interrogative. "Cathedral of the existence"
has her pitfalls, "Absolute truth" seems unattainable,
"White Lilies of the truth" can kill, "if not ventilates pantry
of mind," the poetic ego discovers rather a "God too bitter"
... All these are expressions of a state of great inner tension,
in which the lucidity has wounded the revelation, and has
limited the full living of the meaning of existence. "
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PhD Professor Dumitru Chioaru: "Speech


prophetic, philosophical or poetic? - It's hard to determine
in which fits texts of Sorin Cerin . The author, them
incorporates on all three into a personal formula, seemingly
antiquated, aesthetic, but, speaking with breath of, poeta
vates, last words before Apocalypse. An apocalypse in
which the world desacralized and dominated by false
values, ends in order to can regenerate through Word ".

PhD Professor tefan Borbly: "Spirit deeply and


sincerely religious, Sorin Cerin desperate search for the
diamond hidden in the darkness of the rubble, of the ashes.
A whole arsenal of the modernity negative - cups of the
wilderness, water of the forgetfulness, slaughterhouses, the
feast continuous of suffering, monkey of rotten wood, etc.,
etc. - is called to denounce in his lyrics, "lethal weapons of
the consumer society" and "the madhouse" of the alienation
by merchantability of our everyday existence. The tone is
apodictically, passionate, prophetic, does not admit shades
or replicas. "The new steps of faith" are enunciated
peremptorily as hope of the salvation collective, "divine
light" it shimmers in, deliverer, at end, still distant of the
torture, but on the moment, the poet seems to be
preoccupied exclusively rhetoric eschatological, glimpsing
decadence, resignation moral or ruins almost everywhere
where it can to walk or look "

Gheorghe Andrei Neagu: "Defining for, this writer


seems to be rightfully, the doubt, as the cornerstone of his
poems (Mistake pg.73). I congratulate the author, for his
stylistic boldness from " From the eyes of the divine light,
page 81, as well as from the other sins, nestled in his
creator bosom. I think Romanian literature has in Sorin
Cerin a writer 3rd millennium that must be addressed with
more insistence by criticism of speciality"
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Marian Odangiu: "Lyrical poetry of Sorin Cerin is


one, of, the essential questions: the relationship of the
Being with the Divinity, in a world of increasingly more
distorted by point of view of value, -and distortionary the
same time!-, disappearance of some fundamental
benchmarks - attracting after themselves of interrogations
overwhelming, and infinite anxieties - absence all more
disturbing of some Truths, which to pave the way to
Salvation, deep doubts demotivating on the Meaning of
Life, absurd raised at the rank of existential reason, feeds
the fear and anxieties of the poet. Such, his lyrics develop
a veritable rhetoric of despair, in which, like an insect
hallucinated of Light, the author launching unanswered
questions, seeking confirmations where these entered from
far in dissolution, sailing pained, but lucid, through images
and metaphors elevated and convincing poignancy, builds
apocalyptic scenarios about Life, Love and Death ... "

Eugen Evu: "... Books seem to be objects of


worship - culture - own testament of a ceremonial ... of, the
neo-knowledge, Socratic-Platonic under sign, " the General
Governing of the Genesis " for instance. What is worth
considered is also, the transparent imperative of the author
to communicate in native language, Romanian. The
loneliness attributed the Sacred, is however of the human
being, in her hypostasis reductive, of the human condition
.... How Vinea wrote the poet sees his ideas, or the
mirroring in the ' room with mirrors ' of the universal
library. A destiny, of course,personal, largely assumed,
nota bene. In the volume, the Political, at the extreme of H.
R. Patapievici poet is well cognizant of the problem Eliade,
of the "fall of the human in politikon zoon"... Between
rationalism and irrationalism, Sorin Cerin sailing on the
Interconnection Ocean. "

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CONTENTS

1. The Great silences


2. Opera Divine
3. Abstinence of the seduction
4. The chests of the distances
5. Crime
6. Rusty freedom
7. Soil of the un-restfulness
8. Madness
9. Smile
10. At a barbecue
11. Deep and cold nights
12. Hidden saints
13. The kiss of Eternity
14. To emigrate
15. The charms deaf
16. Funerary Celebration
17. Wings of waves
18. The sinister mass, of the sense of the World
19. Mole
20. Time bewildered
21. Dreams with gloves
22. The Path of Torments
23. Feast
24. The School of Passions
25. Poor in spirit
26. The breath of Dreams
27. Whorehouse of the morality
28. At the mercy box
29. Whimper
30. Clowns of Truths
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31. Code of license plate


32. The cross of the Horizons
33. The Wind of the Vanity
34. The hand of a Destiny
35. Cash register
36. Old Little Owl
37. Hope
38. At bargain price
39. The God of anyone's
40. In vain
41. The bitter root
42. The crosses of the bones
43. Pay day
44. Without roof and foundation
45. Consciences of ashes
46. Sinecure
47. Carousels of passions
48. The destinies of the Great Loneliness
49. Burn the Dawn
50. At the end of border
51. Candelas, lit
52. Violins what rend the flesh
53. Purposes fulfilled
54. Infantile and cynical
55. Steel claws
56. Endless meetings
57. Strange shadows
58. It could be Predestination
59. The nothingness, savior of the Death
60. Babylon
61. Why we pay so expensive
62. The thoughts of the living dolls
63. God's Harvest
64. Ocean of Fire
65. Without umbrella
66. At the crematory
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67. At the Watchmaker, Unique and Incidentally


68. Angel fighter
69. Streams of teeth
70. The Great Silences and Aloneness
71. In villain mode
72. The mud of the words
73. Horizons lured
74. The guilt of to Exist
75. For what and for whom?
76. The Nothingness, deaf and cold
77. The emancipation of Histories

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1) The Great silences

Restless of brush,
through which us painted,
God of Love, the souls,
I wanted to tear the painting,
what me has framed the Destiny,
leaning, on the bleached bones and frozen,
of, the Moments,
that have reached, the beggars,
of the entire Cemetery of Dreams,
what still and polishes the Illusions of the Lives,
with the flame of a Reality,
bought at reduced price,
by Death.

Only the watches deaf-mute of the memories,


still cried in the infinite silence of the Great Silences,
through which we us say the grievances to the banished
Steps,
on the bridge of Sighs,
passed only by Eternity,
of Fulfillment of the Happening Un-fortuitous.

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2) Opera Divine

Through Future we live, and through Past, we die,


while the present, exists,
only through Illusion of Life,
demonstrating us, that we do not exist,
than like a shadow,
what would have been aforetime, than the weather,
in the Unique, Happening Un-fortuitous,
which is the God Consciousness,
in the moment when he and realized that exists
Universes with their Worlds,
separating, the good from the bad,
happiness of suffering,
to create us,
the Death
great savior of the grandiose divine opera.

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3) Abstinence of the seduction

To believe means first of all to know that you will die.

Symbols broken in stars alcoholic,


of an Universe,
greedy, petty and cynical,
drinking by God at table of Creation,
are struggling with the broken wings,
on the heavens lachrymose of the Happiness,
scrawled with graffiti by Devil,
in all colours of rainbow, of, vices,
squeezed from the luminary of the Memories,
with fingers of the rays,
of the Loves, quivering and profane,
by abstinence of seduction,
up to the last drop,
for to not be so boring,
same divagation spoken at drunkenness,
by Demiurge,
about faith in the Illusion of Life,
beauty and fulfillment.

Do not try to understand your happiness.

How it would look Happiness if would not exist Death?

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4) The chests of the distances

All the springtime of the Words,


would melt in the ice of the smile,
of a single Moments,
of loneliness,
if would not be the yoke, dirty and heavy of the Horizon,
which to us draw full of dreams,
toward a new day,
at same of, plumbed and isolated,
by the God of Passions,
whom we have fallen from Paradise,
for to beautify the Inferno,
with the sighs of the Fulfillments always unborn.

Rivers, hesitatingly and paltry of verbs,


and drowned the topics in deserts,
of the Forgetfulness,
donated to the Death,
what's more remained,
the only creator of Hearts,
lit in the chests of the distances, of ourselves.

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5) Crime

Rabid bells tear the aubergine flesh,


of the Sky wronged, by the Time,
to be whipped by the Existential Storms ,
of the Stranger hidden, from each soul.

Clouds cruelly slaughtered,


by the serene cold and unforgiving of the Crime,
to try to us wash from the Original Sin,
what us was given,
as we to be better,
than the God the one greedy, criminal and perfidious,
who wants children with silkworms,
in the eyes shriveled of cancers,
to weave vestment of Sunday celebration,
at the Vanity church.

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6) Rusty freedom

Freedom rusty,
I'm afraid to I do not me sting in thee,
of, the tetanus of the Existence.

Sudden death of character,


fallen as from lightening,
on religion of the Sin.

Empty words without meaning,


erupted from the vulcano of Creation,
lay hidden by Lie,
just on the altar of Truth,
of Illusions of Life.

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7) Soil of the un-restfulness

Steps which crosses tears,


leaves deep scars on the soil of the un-restfulness,
drowned a long time ago than, the Weather,
in the ocean of broken wings of the dreams,
which ooze on the cheek of a Time,
handcuffed to search endlessly,
the son cursed and wasteful,
the Future.

Windows, of embers, burn the glances of Searches,


what they not will never find out the gate of Truth,
for which we were made to be aware of,
the Death.

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8) Madness

Policies occult,
dispel the lands, of feelings,
in the treasuries, of, thoughts,
of increasingly denuded of the souls,
sentenced to be born,
under Sign of Slavery.

Wise advices,
given to the Madness, that puts us the noose of Love,
at the necks cold and full of horrors,
of the greed of Money.

The dawn of darkness,


quarrel unceasing the gate of Divine Light,
what was ready, to open to the souls,
but it is not let by the strict laws of Religion,
voted in the Parliament of the Lie,
of, itself God's Creation.

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9) Smile

Bricks of Days ruined at the graves of the Heavens,


fall deaf over the cemeteries of the Love,
in which it was believed somewhere sometime,
a long time ago than Eternity,
that, will revive the Absolute Truth of the Fulfillment,
of a God what, seems now,
of, Nobody.

World of vise what tighten strongly,


horizons of the souls,
into the whirl of covenants,
who still believed,
in the flight of the Traces of Lead,
ready to rebuild their steps,
of a Past,
what belonged Rains of Fire
of a sarcastic Smile,
decimated by sheen with which the Illusion of Life,
has painted,
the Reality.

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10) At a barbecue

At butcher shop of the Words,


from the corner of the Destiny street,
are sold, bones of spoiled phrases,
thighs of meanings for frying,
claws of commas that not stand on its own feet,
only good for a soup with question marks,
randomly placed beside the flayed ears, of a Predicate ,
which sweats from all lungs,
over meatloaf of Hearts,
arranged in the window with bloody souls,
ready for sale,
to the Love letters,
whose defective refrigerators,
can not them longer receive,
for to be kept for years to soak,
and then,
cooked as barbecue of Memories,
on the burning bush of the love,
with bitter garnish of Death.

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11) Deep and cold nights

All dramas from the mud sentimental,


through which treads, from increasingly pressed, the
World,
could be put, a long time ago,
on the table of the potter of Love,
for to be created, new pots and kindligs,
to the cemeteries of passions,
buried on the public domain of Destiny,
to raise the misty forehead,
and wrinkly by the rivers hopeless,
of the Happiness,
toward the Divine Light,
what, would more be remained,
to the Stranger from every Heart.

Prayers passionate,
snows with barren breasts of the Time,
over the eaves of the lost glances,
of the Mankind,
putting snowdrifts, of flames questing,
over the cadaveric blood of the sunsets,
what, seem to is extinguish,
in the deep and cold nights of Death.

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12) Hidden saints

An old woman of Restlessness,


poor, of, Hopes, and dirty of Wanderings,
gathers the broken crucibles of, the Destinies,
through which have swam a long time ago than the
weather,
the Loves.

Hidden charms haunting the glances inquisitive,


of, the hidden Saints in the icons of the Feelings,
steamed by breath of the Absolute Truth,
so cold,
that it froze, even and the Ideal,
of to us build on each pass of Life,
between the mountains of Existence,
an altar of the Immortality,
of the Word which us embodied,
the suffering.

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13) The kiss of Eternity

Roots shy, fall into the gap of dust of some Dreams,


what they will to entice the Spring,
to them visit at the axe Asylum,
where abound of timber tearful, of Forgetfulness.

The mists elderly of Memories,


dejected and inflected,
interweaves fences of thorns around the cemetery,
fearful lest they them be stolen,
and which feeds them anymore from time to time,
with new funerary monuments of the Eyes, of Heaven,
in which were lost sometime,
even and the most hard and bloody,
Words,
which us have incarnate,
the kiss of Eternity,
of the Stranger from us,
killed, finally,
by, the Illusion of Life.

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14) To emigrate

Songs of prayers, stray and paltry,


drain quickly and threatening,
over the horologe of mutilated saints,
from the disheveled hair of Religions,
washing them faces clenched,
what seem to beg Truth,
from the icons full of beheadings and murders,
on which they leave forever,
for to emigrate,
on the carpets of the Love,
what guard the beds enamored of Profane,
or on modern oilcloth of table cloths,
where they more catch from time to time,
a crumb from the bread of the Happiness,
or a drop or two,
from the hot soup of Moments,
what tarnishes the impeccable suits of the Sciences,
leaked off the spoons greedy, of lips of Fate,
which sips with obstinately,
the Life of vegetables, of, Destinies,
boiled in their own juice,
of the Consumer Society.

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15) The charms deaf

The witches of wilderness,


from the rusty leaves of the thoughts,
strife the delusions of the fairy tales said at the fire of Love,
when the ember of the glances scintillates,
in billions of ghosts of a single understood,
with name of Love.

The charms deaf,


fit the sleepy Horizons,
by the cold of the Vanity,
which is nestles,
slowly but surely,
on each petal of the evenings,
what seem to not more know the Dawns of the smiles,
never,
beyond Death.

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16) Funerary Celebration

Traces of Paradise,
more shine in eyes naked,
of the garments of the Happiness.

I would like to dive myself into the depths of the Heavens


from they,
but I feel that myself drowning with greatness of the knees
of Love,
of, to is bend in front of the Vanity,
which became holiness of the desires of the flesh,
from which they began to feed,
even the saints vegetarians of the Sacredness,
became, Profanes,
what have trembled of hunger through the Monasteries of
Solitude,
after him lost on God,
at brothel of the Luck bound,
of the spells, the ones valiant,
to receive the Death,
as that,
the latter food of soul,
of the Funerary Celebration, of the Illusion of Life,
at whose crossroads,
Eternity of the Absolute Truth,
kills, the Time,
and Nothingness becomes the Kingdom of former
Existence,
that now reached a simple sheet of Forgetfulness.

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17) Wings of waves

Instincts of the spears, sanctify Death,


on the virgin cheeks of the Immortality,
raising the Sun of the doubts,
on the Sky of the Chasms,
between the eternity of the Moment,
and palms in which we hid,
keeping us as tightly,
clasped hands of the Kisses,
burned by the drought,
from the sweat of your thoughts,
and wedding rings, of wilderness from me,
what, seem to be lost,
fingers of mirages,
which us drawn on the sand,
divine marriage,
between God and Love,
showing us the Immortality body,
that was not torn apart by the shrapnel of the quarrels,
between the ocean of Dreams, and shores of the retrieval,
what seem so lost,
to wings of waves that troubling us,
foreheads flooded by Death,
that seem to sink slowly but surely,
towards, the abyss of a Time,
which not us will more, belongs, ever.

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18) The sinister mass, of the sense of the World

Solitude full of the shadows of the camps ideas,


what still longer want,
freedom to become agglomerated streets with Dreams,
cobbled by a chance,
what treads shyly on lashes playful,
of an ray of sunshine,
from body of the Memories,
which, since, it knows, suffers from sunstroke.

The sharp cliffs of Future,


have torn the flesh of the Waves,
on, virgin shores of souls,
what still, they have not known,
birth of the awareness of Death,
which them will build churches,
of, sighs and remorse,
wherewith it will nourish,
the Absurd, and the Vanity,
without to let not even a crumb,
behind them,
on the sinister mass,
of the sense of this World.

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19) Mole

The reproaches packaged in laziness boxes,


sat on tripods of frown,
swarming on the lashes lit of evil eye,
of a world whose compass, never shows ,
the Silence.

The mole, obscure, nervous and difficult,


what wants elitism,
digs, with easiness through lead of paces,
which are going defiantly of hard,
toward Death.

Altars, of spices, of the pleasures,


smokes through the bagels of the stray dogs of the politics,
kept in queue of competition,
to lures yourself to murder.

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20) Time bewildered

Geraniums batty,
staying ready to throw themselves through tusks of the
Time,
at the outstretched hand of Fate,
to the Life,
full of scars,
older than Weather of Compromises,
what still bite avidly,
Consumer Society.

Bee swarms of Memories,


sting the glance of the Day,
which can not caught sight,
the face of the Time bewildered ,
what had just pawned,
its Future,
to some Moments, prostitutes of, the Morals.

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21) Dreams with gloves

The wilderness, of passions,


makes bruises at the dusty eyes,
of the dust in which was incarnate,
the Word, of the Genesis.

The dreams with gloves,


wastes their insatiable toil of, the Vanity,
sighing bitterly,
after a single sign from the God of Truth,
what seems too busy with the Lie of the Existence,
so that leaves in mercy of Fate,
all the good and bad of Life.

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22) The Path of Torments

I wonder why God loves more,


the tears of the crocodiles than on those of the people?

In which, station has pulled the train of Immortality, and


the passengers of Destiny have refused to travel with him?

How much loneliness longer remain for Death, ago the


Life?

Why the Crime is regarded with contempt, and, the Moral


of the Crime, with admiration ?

Where, has created the world, her smiling mask, what her
conceal, the Path of Torments?
Not at the workshop of Inferno from, people?

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23) Feast

At the factory, of renovated the Lives,


is the feast of the Truths,
in whose honor,
are whitewashing with lime the walls shrimped, of the
Hopes,
for to not they be seen the sighs.

The doors of the Fulfillments are lacquered with the


Illusions of the Life,
windows of the passions,
although they are cracked in places,
is washed in rush,
to let light to the Life,
for to perfects how more brilliant the path toward Death.

The furnishings somewhat obsolete, of the Religion ,


is repaired by the worthy craftsmen of the Moral,
while on the ceiling,
its makes appearance a moth worthy, of the Wisdom,
who is killed on the spot,
for to not eat the expensive clothes of the Moment,
what, not accept any nohow to obey,
to the Happiness,
hidden in pocket broke of sins,
of, the Time.

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24) The School of Passions

At the School of Passions,


is learned strongly, Rashness.

They are taken out to the blackboard starry of Universe of


the drink,
all painstaking students, of the Illusions of the Life,
for to be asked,
what namely they learned, from the drunkenness of
Forgetfulness?

They all respond in a chorus of the mortal remains:


the Death!

As subsequently to come back each in the bank of its own


tomb,
which is called the Life.

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25) Poor in spirit

The Score of the Hearts,


can not be equaled never by Facts.

Between Life and Death,


exists only the necessity of Life to relate to Death,
and the necessity of Death to feed on Life.

The risk,
it is the biggest lie,
on which a can say the Fate.

Why more exists psychosis in the Illusion of Life?

How poor in spirit are those who believe in Wisdom,


and how poor is Wisdom,
that dwells, in spirit those who believe?

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26) The breath of Dreams

How much importance, the Death has granted at, herself,


when realized that is the mother of true Freedom?

You, can not kill Time, without him steal, the Moment of
Eternity.

In a battle of the Life the true winner it is Existence of


Death.

How sadistic, would been God, when he decided the Free


Will, in a world of necessities?

Whose wings we owe them the breath of Dreams, if not, to


those, of the Original Sin?

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27) Whorehouse of the morality

We are mill stones,


hanging from the neck, of the Questions,
for to be thrown into the raging river of Knowledge,
where we are sinking with every Heart beat,
the Destinies, drowned and dejected of the Experiences,
for to be of use to Death,
which sifts blackened,
every grain of thought,
in order to knead,
the bread the one dreamed by the Absurd of Life,
which he named it as being Happiness,
on table full of oddities of the Freedom,
shot down of too many worries,
concerning the opening of the Brothel of Morality,
became overnight,
Religion.

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28) At the mercy box

It's big agglomeration at the mercy box,


where souls beg mercifulness,
to the one strong in sadism,
and wise in the torturing,
of the Stranger from ourselves,
the unique one, who seems to us understand,
when we realize that the Original Sin,
us was given for dishonesty and disgrace,
by the one who knew in advance what will be,
who could make that everything to be missing,
from the Beginning,
then when was born the food of the Death,
becamed, the Life?

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29) Whimper

Horses of Hopes,
free from the drudgery of the Destiny,
run among the stars Bacchanal,
of a God,
so strayed from its own sins of Creation,
that, have appeared the churches of the helplessness,
like mushrooms of the Questions,
after the bitter rain of the Religion,
what managed to burn ,
even the dust of the Awareness,
in which was incarnate the Word of Genesis,
of good,
what seems to have meant,
a large and heavy cuss, of mother,
thrown from the Beginnings,
on the walls full of dampness of the Thoughts,
who struggle unceasing with the impulse of suicide,
seeing how many glasses of holy water sentimental,
chrism of the instinct and incense of charms,
it breaks continuously,
under the soles bloodied, of the Moments,
cut into their shards,
obviating even the lowest whimper,
of the Sin, of to love.

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30) Clowns of Truths

And I have plowed the stubble of the Horizon,


with lips of gaze of Eternity,
from the bitter smile of the Clowns of Thruths,
it said sprightly,
to the bloody sunset,
from the Heart that has beat us Universe,
instead of beating for us.

Chrysanthemums poisoned of images,


they guard the tombs of the Promises,
with who, us have wrapped the Future,
cooled by the clinking frost from the winter of the Words,
which have snowed over our Days,
covering them, with Forgetfulness.

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31) Code of license plate

Blind eyes of the Saints what seem of nobody,


on half wiped by the Weather of Times,
have turned to stone the walls raised,
by the Absolute Truth,
and the Absolute Lie,
which get prizes by rotation,
at the School, of Illusion of Life,
where each becomes the other one,
too every time,
in the body of an nobody's timetable,
where holidays are becoming banality,
alongside of the usual weeks,
only some false numbers,
inscribed in code of license plate,
of the Death.

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32) The cross of the Horizons

Behind every stars stays the Fire,


begetter of tears and feelings,
ardent yearning what burneth the Life,
on the dusty paths of the galaxies of questions,
some colder,
coming from the ice of the Happenings,
other ones hotter,
what just have steamed the lit cup,
of, the longing of some steps,
what will not trample, never,
the threshold of glances,
what seem crucified on the cross of Horizons,
of so many days of solitude,
where every Moment falls deaf,
smashing her eternity,
on the cold cement of Reality.

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33) The Wind of the Vanity

The steps of dry stone,


polished in the Cemetery Creation,
for to become tombs of luxury,
of some officials scammers,
from the pages of the Bibles,
what call them saints,
are going silent,
round-shouldered of loneliness,
barely breathing,
towards the much promised, the Afterlife.

Traces of clouds,
fall deep into the chasms of the sky,
from souls of the Dreams,
bringing the rain of the alien from them,
turned into a hurricane of the being uprooted,
of what, we was supposed to became,
and what we are actually,
in the cathedral where hissed avidly,
the Wind of the Vanity.

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34) The hand of a Destiny

Pyres ignited by rosary,


serve at the gates of Liberty,
of to be worthy,
to we wish,
the Death.

Brushes graceful of Laws,


paint the walls of the Thoughts,
with new sentimental slogans,
clichs of the Absurd,
for to we, feel happy,
in the world of the Vanity.

Tears dried up, of Truth,


is trickle on the Sand, shattered,
by the Winds of Nothingness,
which forgot, a long time ago than the weather,
that, would have been in an hourglass,
what was broken,
of the hand of a Destin,
of the Nobody.

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35) Cash register

Dawn frozen,
for to be sold of a Day,
put on the money-making,
to devours as many souls,
at the shop, where always, is put fresh goods,
with name,
of Death.

Bodybuilders fanatics, of, Desolation,


have filled the shelves of the delusions,
with the boneless meat, of the Illusion of Life,
showing muscles despisers of, the Vanity,
precisely at cash register,
Lives.

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36) Old Little Owl

We lean,
on the poisoned chains of the Necessities,
crushed of the floors of glances into the void,
on which treading,
in the clay legs of Knowledge,
often,
believing that we are so fulfilled,
that we can fill with our superabundance,
whole body riddled, of the Illusion of Life,
that seems to flow continuously,
in the ocean full of regrets,
of the death.

Just Little Owl Old of the Hopes,


us can longer give the exact time,
of the Time what has passed so long ago,
that, and he lost the entire present and future,
in the snail of guessed, abandoned, of, the Loneliness.

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37) Hope

Spell, stone-still
was given with tongue of fire,
by, Death,
to us burn most profound,
the Word in which we hide the Knowledge,
what us became, the home and the table,
of, the Great Silences,
vestments that we wear,
the whole Life,
for not to become naked and dejected,
in the latter Moment, of the Hope,
from, the crystal globe of the Dust,
where we have incarnate,
for to becoming an Absurd, of, World,
only good consumed,
by, Cemeteries of the Creation.

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38) At bargain price

The miracles of the Absolute Truth,


are sold,
at any grocery of the Destiny,
on conveyor belt,
with mention,
that, can not be manufactured, than of Death,
because,
it is the unique,
which holding the patent of this mark,
so much sought after by the Dreams.

Instead,
you can find indifference,
suffering, lies,
vanities, murder,
all produced from galore,
by, the Illusion of Life,
and yet, at bargain price,
on the unmistakable table,
of the Destiny.

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39) The God of anyone's

The petals of souls Lilys mutilated,


by the battle between Illusions of Realities,
from, Consumer Society of the Vain Hopes,
still more smelled of Discrimination,
in, and, of,
table,
without the face,
anonymous,
but with cutlery,
gilded with Empty Words,
pornographic and infantile,
of the cruel Truth,
of, the Death,
on which, could put elbows ravenously,
without no discernment,
ready to, feed sweetly, with new Original Sins,
the God of anyone's.

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40) In vain

The trunks of bare vestments,


of some Words misunderstood,
are rotting at the morgue of Autumn,
of your springlike soul.

Wings dry and squeezed, of expectations,


smell of mothballs and now,
so well they were conserved,
by the unforgiving Time,
of the Loss.

Painters cheerful and laborers of Feelings,


us stained, in hurry, the emotions,
all more blackened,
after the Moments of Eternities wasted,
in vain.

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41) The bitter root

Images what seem wiped from, the album of God,


burn bare feet of the Memories,
where we were an Eternity,
of windows, opened towards the Divine Light,
what seemed that it springs,
of the trunks of Hearts,
what and have divinized,
serene skies, of the Sacred Fire,
which us lit the kisses,
with the breath of Seraphims of Happiness,
from each moment,
of, Paradise,
clothed in the great Word of Love,
now become,
the bitter root with which we fed,
at the table of the Present,
the Death,
of, ourselves.

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42) The crosses of the bones

Dreams vain,
snowing ,
over the unbounded horizon of the Illusion of Life.

The great silences deaf, of the Horizon of Retrieval,


severs any trace of Soul,
on which, no matter how I would him seek,
in the quiver with, Fortune cookies, of the Destiny,
I will not him longer retrieve, ever,
being burned on the pyre of the Happenings, Fortuitous,
through which God us has created the World,
with smell of incinerated Moments,
of morgue of Eternity,
of rotten meat of Happiness,
where to us learn the lesson painful,
of crowns of thorns of Uncertainty,
situated as more fashionable,
on the crosses of bones what us dress the bodies,
crucified by so much,
Illusion, of, the Life,
which us will not let, ever,
to us understand truly the destignation,
of our own Vanity.

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43) Pay day

To the slaughterhouse of Existence,


is pay day,
and all Awareness demand their money,
being lined up in front the, cash desk, of the Facts,
waiting to be, served by Death,
with you wonder what, whatnot,
from which they will not be able, to ensure livelihood,
nor until the next salary of Meanings,
after they have worked conscientious,
putting an end the Days,
what seem not to be seen ever,
the Light of Truth,
among lattice darkened,
of the Illusion of Life.

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44) Without roof and foundation

Waterfall of repercussions,
it flow deafening to the deaf ears of Existence,
snowing wild,
the soul of Word,
what became the home to an entire Universe,
without roof and foundation,
only with walls of Questions,
what seem to be put for to us separate,
of, bodies, of the Meanings,
toward which we tend to be,
thirsty, of Freedom of Truth,
drowned a long time ago in our own gulps,
of, the Vanity,
which us quench our thirst,
of our own Illusions of the Life,
leaving us more lonely than we were,
in Death from where we came
and where we will return again,
the same of naked.

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45) Consciences of ashes

Smoke curtains of the glances,


handcuffed by infernal cries,
of the Great Silences,
feed the consciences, of ashes,
what burn in the blast furnaces of the Existence.

The orators asthmatics of the Chances,


preach meticulously of clockwork,
every Moment which approaching us,
by the savior Death.

Crickets which do not have sung in their life, the aria of


Happiness,
humming eagerly the Unfulfilled Dreams,
on desolated alleys of the longing of eyes of the Memory,
whose spell,
stayed in the soul of the Parting.

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46) Sinecure

The fangs of fire of the grin avaricious,


from the corner of the mouth petty,
of the Prostitution of the Word, of Genesis,
suffocates, even the barriers of the Money,
meant to teach us,
sweetness of the Death,
when we lack,
from torn pockets of the Days ,
what have learned to lose,
still from most hidden, genes of the Time,
which them has destined,
the mantle full of sighs,
of the seasons of passions,
defeated by hysterical ambition of the Suicide,
which is believed more above,
than any law,
of Sinecure,
spied by a Creator who searching,
in mud from the riverbed of the Moments,
what seem to drain toward the ocean of the Desolation.

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47) Carousels of passions

Astrologers tearfully,
of tales of the signs of the zodiac, lost,
at the auction, of the Absurd,
of this Existence,
without luck.

Carousels of Passions,
revolves alluring,
over the Great Silences,
of the Love fulfilled,
through Death.

The washerman of brains,


serves menus bitter
of the unfulfilled promises,
as us to have the peace and the silence,
no matter how dirty,
at the head of our own,
cemetery, of, Hopes.

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48) The destinies of the Great Loneliness

Piano chords thrown,


at the garbage cans,
of, the musical notes which belong to the Absurd,
replaces ropes of the gallows,
of Desperate Moments,
what implores the Destinies of Great Lonelliness,
to they guard the silence own deadly storms,
hurricanes of, Passions,
what seem to not more find again,
shores of souls of, which to is hit,
bringing together the ocean of your endless eyes,
with the cliffs to which us worship the Questions,
of a Kiss,
what and seeks feverishly the predestined Love,
to the Absolute Truth,
torched by Time,
on the pyre of the Memory,
what became old, on the bed of the Oblivion,
decomposed by Remoteness,
endless of the Death,
from, us.

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49) Burn the Dawn

How many clouds, to longer pay the Sky of the gaze,


until it will grows up the Flower of the Smile,
in the vase of Love?

Pyres of dew burn the Dawn ,


raising the fog of Dreams,
toward the endless spaces of the Fulfillment,
from the body still unripe of the Hope.

The zodiac signs of Hearts,


snowing with flowers of apple,
over spring of an Encounters ,
blessed by himself,
the Great Destiny of the God,
what us found out the Eternity of the Moment,
which us became,
Everything,
forever,
of the our wanderings found again,
in the Sacredness of the Absolute Truth.

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50) At the end of border

Tears of tinder,
world of the Despair ,
you grow Death,
at, the maternal breast of the Births.

Sheaf of wheat of the Remorses,


sprinkled plentifully, with rains of fire,
to bake the bread poisoned, of the Illusion of Life,
which we is served as the Sense of Existence,
wait silently at the end of border of the Vanity,
the Religion.

The Great Silences,


push us toward the endless of the Questions,
to which, them responds, quiet and predictable,
the Death.

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51) Candelas, lit

Vestments of wind clothe the dust of the Words,


said to the deaf thoughts,
in the dumbness of a World,
of compromises emerged from the clouds of a Heaven,
estranged from his own horizon,
of unrests.

Candelas, lit,
of saints without God,
burn smoldering the Existence,
on the pyre what did not never known,
the truth of the Sacred Fire of Love,
what burn each shutter of the soul,
giving birth to windows, of Divine Light,
so far away in each of us,
that we realize that we are more,
than the greatness of whole Universe,
when we are in love.

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52) Violins what rend the flesh

Dead ends,
fall prey to the Autumns,
from the leaves of the Truths,
what rusts at the feet,
decomposed, of the Time,
the father of the deletion from the black board of Death,
of all the ones seen and unseen,
known and unknown,
to be blessed,
of, the Feeling.

Violins what rend the flesh of Musics,


sings the arias of the end of world,
stand unheard, of no one,
in havens ephemeral of Illusion of Life,
ready to believe in her own reality,
of spell bound with the roots of the Faith,
ropes of lead to the neck of Wisdom,
of some cathedrals of the Vanity,
full of steps that still believe in the unique Truth,
which is Death.

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53) Purposes fulfilled

The Psalms of thefts of itself,


are intonated in the altars of Daily ,
in order to us reveal,
the traps put by the Moment, to Day.

The lasso that seems unmoved,


is thrown by the holy fathers ,
to churches from each of us,
what seem not to have been trodden, ever,
by God.

Truths which run petrified,


after purposes fulfilled of, the Illusions of Life ,
seeks feverishly their consorts,
with names of Lies,
at the rubric false, of matrimonial,
from the newspapers of Desolation,
at which is subscribed surely,
the Existence of the nightmares,
from the ivory towers,
of the Free Will.

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54) Infantile and cynical

The chains of Absurd,


hangs heavy and heedless,
by the traces of the Words,
in which we believed that us will find the Salvation,
what seems untied of the Will crucified,
in the Paradise, much promised,
of the Eyes of Sky,
in which to us lose even the desires,
of to us wash ever from the Originating Sins,
of a beginning of, the World,
infantile and cynical,
for which we were,
the currency of redemption,
of all the horrors and mistakes,
committed by the adulterine God,
recorded on the book of the day,
from the brothel of the Existence,
in which we were born,
the children guilty,
of the Universe Sadistic of the Suffering,
unrecognized by anyone.

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55) Steel claws

The flowers of thorns,


are placed avidly,
at the bloody crown of the Future,
of a World of meat,
sold with a lot of divine duties,
to the masochistic Pleasure of being elite,
In a Consumer Society,
Vanity.

Steel claws,
stainless, of course,
tear fiercely the vain Dreams,
demolishing the whole house of the Fulfillment,
for to be built luxurious tomb of the nothingness,
of which we watered the whole existence,
the path to Death.

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56) Endless meetings

Ruins of metaphors,
have studded the skeletons of the Earth,
revoked by the celestial zodiac signs, of, the
Confrontations,
from the life-giving function,
in that of creator of the Death.

Endless meetings,
keep the holy fathers of Disasters,
in the churches toiled,
of, Loneliness of the Great Silences,
where the owls of the altars,
seem to sing their funeral,
dedicated with abnegation,
at the Future.

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57) Strange shadows

Is get hold of Cemeteries through Words,


on the stall of the contempt of a World,
of, Death.

Funeral phrases,
float on the river of no return,
of, the Eternity.

Candles lit by Answers without Questions,


keep the strange shadows of souls,
too far from the Sacred Fire of the retrieval of self.

Any of the paths would exist on wrinkled faces of the


Dreams,
only one alone a we will follow,
becoming our Past.

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58) It could be Predestination

Scattered are the paths of Vanity,


of to name us, a God,
who to be alike as us,
more than we resemble with ourselves,
in the parallel mirrors,
chipped and dusty of the Existence,
in whose depths,
barely us distinguish the table cloths,
of, the elbows of Illusions of the Life,
realizing the endlessly of the questions,
that can not stop the echoes of deaf and plumbed,
of the awareness that we are,
everything that, we can not understand,
that it could be,
the Predestination.

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59) The nothingness, savior of the Death

Wind wings open to the Dreams,


float confident,
over souls of storms from the Great Silences,
where we lost the breaths of the Words,
what would be born,
from the Nothingness, savior of the Death,
whose shadow seems to be the Life.

Green waves of grain,


are breaking of the shores of the roads,
of a shipwrecked Destiny,
in the upcoming, bitter bread,
of the Existence,
descended from the ivory tower of justice,
on the street full of damp,
where reigns the sad Truth,
of the Despair,
given with usury of the Future,
so poor,
that reached to feed,
even with his own, Past, immature.

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60) Babylon

The ravens of the monasteries,


are rotate, threatening,
over the coffins of lead of the Wisdom,
trying to tear with beaks of steel,
the corpses of the Responses,
killed for the sacrilege,
of to keep the Questions hidden,
of profane eyes, of, the Faith,
in the golden bells of Babylon,
what still resonated through our souls,
solitary and sad,
adding,
the hearts senseless,
of the Memories,
which have rotted at the gate of the Oblivion,
what seems to be locked forever,
by Death.

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61) Why we pay so expensive

It is so much sky in steps of your destiny,


that all ships of Hopes,
seem to me go only, supporting me on them.

What deaf can be the Great Silences, of the blood,


what me throb to foreheads of the Longing,
wilting the flower of the Smile, on which I lost him?

Why we pay so expensive,


every Moment ravaged and wasted at edge of trust,
that not us a more, we can allow never?

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62) The thoughts of the living dolls

Cascades of images,
fall into the nothingness threatening of the Ignorance,
fire flowers of the feeling,
are burned of the frost dark and impersonal,
of the divine blissfulness,
befell some saints itinerants,
too busy with intrigues pulled the bells,
from the thoughts of the living dolls,
from the inferno with name, of, the World,
which us was given,
for to carry it forward,
alive and unharmed,
for to be shield and rampart of torture,
descendants of our descendants,
until beyond Death,
if it would can.

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63) God's Harvest

What can harvest God, from, His Creation?

Empty words,
lost glances,

steps of anyone, what go, not knowing where?

Deaf voices, which, shout desperate the Great Silences ?

Illusions of the Life, as much comprises?

Many, Passions, but and more Vanities?

Memories erased, on the shores, of, Longing?

Waves of suffering what continually haunts,


the cliffs steep and sharp of the souls,
spears in which are implanted the Freedoms,
for to die worthy of a World infernal,
created after the taste and the face,
of the Great Creator and Unique Incidentally.

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64) Ocean of Fire

The charmed branches, of the generations,


are succeeding threatening,
toward the genetics chasm,
of the Destiny,
alienated, and hereditary ally,
of a God,
who before creating the World,
he had to her make, a psychiatric hospital,
in which to fit,
with all the its whims and verbs,
brought for auction in front of gallows,
of, the Purity, the Durability and of the Love,
on which Someone, wanted them dead,
still from the bud, of Beginning,
of this Ocean of Fire of the Awareness,
which us incessantly burns on the bush, of the Illusion of
Life,
from the increasingly dried up ,
of the tear, redeeming of the Death.

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65) Without umbrella

Raining with mud in every soul,


from, the clouds in tears, of the Torments,
which us weave the obscure light of the Hopelessness,
on sloppy paths of the Faith.

Crucified,
too many crucified,
for the crosses from increasingly few,
fall sanctified,
slaughtered,
on the altars cold and inert of the Crime,
for to exist happy,
even under the protection,
of, the Original Sin,
so much benefactor,
how God would tell us,
with His mob of Holy Fathers,
that, we can raise the foreheads of the welfare ,
toward insipid and colorless sky of the Knowledge,
without an umbrella.

Still believes someone?

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66) At the crematory

The smell from the flesh of the burned Memories,


it sells overpriced,
at the Morgue of the Crematorium of Happiness,
where every piece of smoke counts,
once is given of the Vanity,
for to us live the Illusion of Life,
on fully.

The coffins full with Tenderness,


Kisses, Promises, Eternities,
are carried directly in chapel of the Forgetfulness,
where relatives who belonging them,
still can say one last prayer,
before being cremated,
but whose heavy ash,
of molten lead,
it will leak,
in appetizing forms of the Future,
for to create the generation,
of the blind bullets of tomorrow,
which will kill with the same greed and aplomb,
the Absolute Truth of Eternity of a Moment.

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67) At the Watchmaker, Unique and Incidentally

Watches that have lost the hours of feelings,


minutes of the Desires,
seconds of the Moments,
seem foreign of themselves
in the dusty window of dying stars,
of, the Watchmaker, Unique and Incidentally
who is called God,
on all the forefingers languages,
which will not ever taste,
the magic numbers which us showed the moments,
arranged militarily in a circle,
towards to rotate once with Time,
in the dance of Existence,
of a cathedral of the Destiny,
abandoned and ruined,
till and, of, the thorns of the Original Sin.

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68) Angel fighter

The instincts animalistic of the Day,


often superior the Knowledge,
can not premeditate the Death ,
than if tasted,
the melted flesh of any Oppositions,
which could still struggle,
in the noose of a, Wisdom,
of the Consciousness,
through which, we may be named People,
what are aware of Crime,
of to fight against nature,
of the own soul,
whose face and likeness,
claim to be a God,
who and would be lost the Animal from Himself,
becoming Angel fighter,
on the ramparts of Divine Justice,
of, the Inferno,
declared the Paradise of the World,
through a simple move of pawns ,
on the chessboard of the Lie Absolute,
became overnight,
the Supreme Truth of Religions.

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69) Streams of teeth

It's raining, autumnal,


with hearts deafened by the Great Silences,
washing the windows latticed of the Memories.

Streams of teeth,
what have broken sometime, the unleavened bread, of the
Passion,
flowing, deafening,
toward Cemetery of the Ocean of Eternity,
on which still more float,
the Words shipwrecked, of the Moments,
aimlessly,
lost among echoes ravaged by the Weather,
without no harbor,
where could put the masts of the foreheads,
on a cushion of Dreams,
without of me,
I'm heading toward Death,
the only right path of the World,
of Illusions of the Life.

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70) The Great Silences and Aloneness

Sunrises multicolored of passions,


dampness of the Being,
what still believes in the perfection,
of the Demiurge, vagabond,
greedy and coward,
who us conceived,
the whole range of diseases,
of transgressions and Sins,
that could be thrown,
to the trash can of the Universe,
before Creation,
thus unrevealing the statue of a World,
without no guilt of to exist,
under a sun that would have been, imposed, anyway,
by Destiny,
the same as now.

Great Creator and Unique Incidentally,


has preferred the Original Sin,
because otherwise it would not longer be had the control,
on, the Great Silences and Aloneness,
from our souls.

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71) In villain mode

Night sweats of the Superstitions,


seem to be found their Suspicions,
in the phosphorescent eyes, of cats of Hope,
somnambulist and rummaging,
from the Dreams without of Chances,
given to some Dawn,
of the promiscuity of the same God,
at same of vapid and insipidus,
as is the Future without no meaning,
before the Death.

Only mice losers, of the Fate,


more have crunching here and there,
one crumb of Illusion of Life,
on which is put liar label,
of, the Free Will,
which drag to grammage, much more,
it's why, were more added, on stealthily,
in sordid way,
villain,
and some ingredients,
such as, the Beauty, the Force, the Truth,
who give the most terrible spiritual diseases,
in such combinations,
because any of them,
unpalatable without content,
as, the Illusions of Life.

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72) The mud of the words

The pitiless thorns of the Feelings,


us poison the roots,
through which we breathe the dust of the Incarnation,
often insulted and repudiated,
we can not understand,
how us transforms Thoughts,
in, the Mud, of some Words,
obscene and full of invectives,
on which no one,
could not them ever understand,
becoming an insult at the address of the Existence,
as long as it claims loud and clear,
that God,
was built at the beginning of Being,
from them,
creating for them icons,
in the most luxurious, cathedrals,
of the Great Silences,
hidden in the Death from us.

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73) Horizons lured

Wheels of Meanings,
us spins the World as they please,
the spokes of Figments,
which us arranges the wars and peace,
after how blows the wind of Nothingness,
which is the first brick of the Creation.

Horizons lured,
by a future of the Nobody,
stand to fall deaf,
over the deserts of bodies of Desires,
on which we them are addressing,
to the Illusory, Free Will, of Life,
whose treasure,
we discovered to be, Death.

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74) The guilt of to Exist

By foot with the Absurd,


I started a journey,
of the genes of the Vanity,
for to us embody in the Lie,
of the Creation of the World,
which costs us the price paid to Death.

Wolves of the Years,


running famished, in the packs, of, Destinies,
attacking everything that comes in the way of Life,
less toil of the daily necessities,
through which us wash secretly,
of, the Sin, to Him know on God,
before and after, the Guilt, of to Exist.

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75) For what and for whom?

Why Death,
us handcuff the Destiny, yet from birth,
dominating us every moment,
on which a kills cynically or salvation?

How many stars, would be counted, the Memory,


until he decided to hide,
precisely in a falling star, from the soul of the Eternity?

Which steps were the first what have trodden Happiness of


Immortality,
if, not, the ones of the Illusory of the Free Will?

And all this,


for what and for whom?

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76) The Nothingness, deaf and cold

Earthquakes sentimental,
get dizzy the fragile stems,
of, the Questions,
springing from the lake boundless,
of the tears dried,
by the Great Silences,
what not have beginning and nor end,
than, the Nothingness, deaf and cold,
of a Word,
on which God,
seems to have forgotten to Him pronounces,
truly,
at the Table of Genesis,
and it is called, Love.

Thus, Freedom has become,


desire of Liberation,
the Happiness,
has become, an unattainable goal, often,
and the Free Will,
has become the hidden and impenetrable gaze,
of the Illusion of Life.

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77) The emancipation of Histories

Dawn desolated,
poor and persecuted,
of, misdeeds of the Shadow of Instinct,
which gives us the breath of Life,
on territories of bloody Moments,
of, the Death,
snowing with resentment blackened,
of the Rains of Fire,
burning our souls,
on pyres lit by Knowledge,
to the Predestination,
of a Consciousness of the Illusion of Life,
starched at the cuffs they wear,
when us cut up the meat of the Days,
at the Slaughterhouse of the Reality,
to nourish us,
the Necessity of to work hard,
in continuation,
on the fields full of weeds,
of the History,
written on pages of fire,
of the Crime and the Theft,
of the Lie and Subjugation,
what want to emancipate.

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In Romanian language

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SORIN CERIN

MARILE TCERI

POEZIE DE MEDITAIE

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Aprecieri critice despre poezia de


meditaie la Sorin Cerin

Prof. univ.dr. Al Cistelecan n cadrul


rubricii Avant la lettre, sub titlul ntre reflecie i
atitudine aprut n revista Familia nr.11-12 noiembrie -
decembrie 2015,pag.16-18, Al Cistelecan consider
despre poezia de meditaie a lui Sorin Cerin, c:"Din
cte vd, Sorin Cerin e un fel de vulcan textual n
continu i maxim erupie, cu o scriitur deopotriv de
frenezie i de vituperane. n poezie mizeaz pe rafalele
reflexive i pe elanul sapienial, cultivnd, cum zice
singur n subtitlul Nonsensului Existenei de aici,
poeziile de meditaie. O modalitate ntre toate
riscant i nu de azi, de ieri, ci dintotdeauna ntruct
tinde a se amesteca unde nu e chiar treaba poeziei,
fcnd un fel de filosofare versificat i, vrnd-nevrnd,
tot felul de nacazanii i moralisme. Nu mai e ns cazul
s ne reamintim de cele spuse de Maiorescu lui Panait
Cerna n legtur cu poezia filosofic, ntruct poetul
le tie i el prea bine i tocmai asta vrea s nfrunte:
riscul de a lucra doar n idee i de a subordona
imaginativul conceptualului. Ce-i drept, nu e, pentru
Sorin Cerin, nici o primejdie n acest sens, cci el e, de
fapt, un pasional i n-atinge niciodat senintatea
cugetrii i linitea apolinic a gndului; din contr,
declam cu pathos, mai degrab dinluntrul unei traume
pe care ncearc s-o exorcizeze i s-o sublimeze n
radicale dect din interiorul vreunei pci de cuget sau al
unei armonii reflexive. Chiar i ce sun a idee nud,
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transcris adesea aforistic, e, de fapt, o rbufnire de


atitudine, o transcriere de afect nu cu rceal, ci mai
curnd cu fierbineal (i s-a i remarcat, de altfel,
maniera mai profetic a enunurilor). Dar cum metoda
decolrii lirice const ntr-un fel de elevare a tot ce vine
pn la demnitatea articulrii lor reflexive (de unde
delestarea oricror referine la imediat, fie el biografic,
fie mai mult dect atta), poeziile lui Cerin se angajeaz
abrupt n ecuaiile existeniale mari i definitive i nu-i
pierd vremea n confesiuni domestice. Ele atac
Principiul realitii, nu accidentele ei. Totul e ridicat
astel la o demnitate problematic, dac nu i de alt
natur, i pregtit pentru o procesare densificat.
Riscurile formulei rsar, fatal, i aici, ntruct se vede
imediat mecanismul acestei promovri a realului la
dignitatea Lirei. Unul dintre mecanisme se trage din
motenirea expresionist (fr ca Sorin Cerin s aib
altceva n comun cu expresionitii) a majusculei, prin
care se instaureaz, brusc i imprevizibil, fie smerenia
n faa radicalului, fie panica n faa majestii
cuvntului. De regul majuscula boteaz stratul
conceptual (chiar dac unele concepte sunt metafore),
semnaliznd alerta problematic. Ce-i drept, Sorin Cerin
face exces i risip de majuscule, astfel nct de la o
vreme ele nu mai creeaz nici panic, nici evlavie, cci
abundena le sedeaz efectele de acest gen i le
pervertete ntr-un soi de grandilocven. Cellalt
mecanism de elevare n demnitate se bizuie pe o
anumit poate asumat, poate premeditat
emfatizare discursiv, pe o ngroare lexical i pe o
declamaie de profunde i de grave. Se insinueaz de
nu cumva se chiar instaureaz i aici o evident
procedur de reet imaginativ, redundant peste
tolerant. Cum e i normal ba chiar inevitabil ntr-o
liric de reflecie ce vrea s se coaguleze n jurul unor
nuclee conceptuale, modalitatea imediat de
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sensibilizare a acestor noduri conceptuale const n


materializarea abstraciilor; senzualizarea lor e chiar
modul lor de epifanizare liric. Dar la Sorin Cerin
mecanica imaginativ se bazeaz pe o simpl
genitivizare materializant a abstraciilor (de unde
imagini nesfrite de genul spinii Adevrului, coarii
mplinirilor, periile Amgirii etc. etc.), sub care st
cel mai adesea un buton de personificare. Pe scala
decantrii n metafore stm, astfel, doar pe primii futei,
ceea ce produce, simultan, un efect de candoare
imaginativ (sau discursiv), dar i unul de
uniformizare. Probabil ns c aceast ncredere n
procedeele primare se datoreaz mizei pe decantarea
gndului, miz care las n subsidiar aciunea
imaginativ (iar pe cea simbolizant cu att mai mult)
ca atare.
Dar nu cte i nici ce idei bntuie prin poeziile lui Sorin
Cerin sunt, totui, lucrul cel mai relevant (ideea, n general,
dar i n acest caz particular, are un grad de indiferen la
lirism). Dimpotriv, n mod oarecum paradoxal, decisiv,
nu doar definitorie, e atitudinea n care ele se strng, afectul
n care coaguleaz. Sub aparena unui discurs proiectat pe
gnd, Sorin Cerin promoveaz, de fapt, un lirism (cam
pus la uscat) de afecte existeniale (nu de afecte intime).
Reflexivitatea poemelor nu e, din aceast perspectiv, dect
un fel de peniten atitudinal, o hieratizare a afectelor
violente. Stratul pasional e, n realitate, cel care se agit i
el se vede n mai toate componentele lui, de la cele de
vituperaie la cele de evlavie sau tandree sublimat (ori,
din contr, resentimentalizat). Poetul e, pe fond, un
exasperat de starea lumii i de condiia omului i pornind
de aici exerseaz sarcasme (crunte cel puin ca uvoi) pe
seama Societii de consum sau pe cea a deertciunii
Iluziilor Existenei. E o febr imprecativ care d elan
versurilor, dar care, mai ales, pune n vedet discursiv
exasperarea n faa acestei degradri generale. Att de
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generale nct ea a cuprins i transcendentele, cci Sorin


Cerin e mai mult dect iritat de instrumentalizarea lui
Dumnezeu (i a credinei) n lumea de azi. Iritarea n faa
coruperii sacrelor ajunge la culme n versuri de maxim
tupeu blasfemic (Ticloia Diavolului se numete Ru,/ pe
cnd a Lui Dumnezeu, Bine., dar i altele, nu mai puin
provocatoare i infamante la adresa Dumnezeirii); asta nu
se ntmpl ns dect din pricina intensitii i puritii
propriei credine (tefan Borbely a evideniat ndestul
energia fervorii din poezia lui Cerin), dintr-un fel de
absolutism devoional. Cci nu liric de provocare i de
imprecare face, de fapt, Cerin, ci dimpotriv: liric de
devoiune disperat i nflcrat, prin care-l caut pe
Adevratul Nostru Dumnezeu/ att de diferit de cel al
catedralelor de genunchi roi/ la zidurile reci i inerte ale
lcomiei Iluziei Vieii. E febra devoional de pe reversul
imprecaiilor i sarcasmelor, dar tocmai ea e cea care
contamineaz toate poemele. Dintr-un strat de ideale strivit
ies, cu verv pasional, atitudinile lui Cerin, atitudini
eruptive orict ar fi ele de codificate ntr-o liric de
reflecii."
Elvira Sorohan Un poet existenialist din secolul 21
Fr s neleg ce e transpoezia, care, probabil, nu
mai e poezie, invocnd un termen creat de Magda Crneci,
mai citesc totui poezia de azi i acum ncerc s spun ceva
despre una anume. Nemulumit de insuficiena poeziei
contemporane, n acelai articol din Romnia literar, n
mod rezonabil poeta acuz, n bloc, cum c ceea ce
livreaz acum creatorii de poezie nu snt dect notaii ale
micului sentiment, mici disperri i mici gndiri.
Parafrazndu-l pe Maiorescu, asprul critic al diminutivelor
cultivate de Alecsandri, nu poi spune dect c poezia
rezultat din astfel de notaii e i ea mic (la cub, dac
enumerarea se oprete la trei). Pricina identificat de
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psihic, specific oamenilor de art, o trire spontan, ce


face s se nasc, incontrolabil, creaia. E momentul
inspirativ, n cazul poeziei, ncrcat de impulsuri afective
imposibil de nfrnt raional, un impuls pe care l ai sau nu-l
ai i de care e responsabil vocaia. Simplu, asta e
problema, ai vocaie, ai inspiraie. Nu prea am o prere
format despre poezia Magdei Crneci i nici nu pot ti ct
de des o viziteaz inspiraia, dar dac starea asta e un har,
mai e cazul s caui reete spre a o induce? i totui, n
numele breslei, preocuparea poetei pentru dorita stare se
concentreaz interogativ: ntrebarea capital care se
pune este urmtoarea: cum s facem s avem acces mai
des, mai controlat, i nu doar prin accident, la acele stri
intense, la dispreuita inspiraie la acele niveluri altele
ale noastre, pentru care poezia a fost ntotdeauna un martor
(sic !) privilegiat. Nu tim cui aparine dispreul, dar tim
c inspiraia e a poetului nscut i nu fcut. Acesta din
urm nefiind dect un meteugar, un artifex.
Am n fa trei plachete de versuri ale puin
cunoscutului i nu lipsitului de inspiraie poet, Sorin Cerin,
ordonate ntr-o logic descrescendo, uor de
neles, Nonsensul existenei, Marile tceri, Moartea, toate
aprute n 2015, la Editura Paco, din Bucureti. Dup ideile
titulare, ndat te frapeaz i vocabularul poetic al primei
poezii ce te ntmpin cu sintagma Iluzia Vieii,
ortografiat cu majuscule. Este, n fond, o expresie
motenit din vocabularul consacrat al existenialitilor,
deajuns ca s bnuieti ce marc vor avea poeziile.
naintezi cu lectura fiind curios s vezi ct se menine
poetul pe aceeai coard de fond, i ct de adnc, ct de grav
triete ntru aceast idee deloc nou. i nu e nou pentru
c rdcinile existenialismului, modern reformulat, i trag
seva din scepticismul biblicului, melancolicului Eclesiast,
descurajat, n contiina tragic a finitudinii ca destin. Este
regele biblic un existenialist avant la lettre. El descoper
c vreme e a te nate i vreme e s mori, n rest, totul e
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vnare de vnt. Ce se mai poate spune nou n vremea


noastr, chiar n formul personal, cnd existenialismul a
fost intens susinut filosofic n secolele al XIX-lea i al XX-
lea, de la Kirkegaard i pn la Sartre, cu nuane specifice.
O poezie n termenii existenialismului statuat mai poate
interesa fiina zilelor noastre, sclava imaginii vizuale i a
internatului, doar prin adaptri ori actualizate adaosuri
complementare ideii centrale i nu n cele din urm, prin
puterea ntoarcerii asupra sinelui. Este cam ceea ce ncearc
s realizeze poetul Sorin Cerin, lsndu-ne, dintru nceput,
impresia c triete miracolul creator, inspiraia. Voind s
orienteze cititorul spre a cuta un anumit gen de poezie
cultivat n aceste plachete (cu una i aceeai copert ),
autorul le subintituleaz, ne varietur, Poezii de meditaie,
cum i snt la nivelul ideilor. Dar, ct de adnc i ct de
personal e meditaia, n-o poi spune dect la sfritul
lecturii, cnd sintetizezi ce anume aspecte ale ontologiei i
din ce perspectiv intelectiv-afectiv le dezvolt poetul.
n mod cert, vocabularul poeziei existenialiste
universale, uor de recunoscut, este acum redistribuit ntr-o
alt topic, ceea ce conduce la combinaii surprinztor de
noi, unele ndrznee, ori teribil de dure, cum snt cele ce
vizeaz biserica. Citind numai unul dintre cele trei volume
e ca i cum le-ai citit pe toate, se cnt pe aceeai coard, cu
minime nnoiri de la o poezie la alta. Poetul se nchide ntr-
o sfer conceptual unitar, de aici retorica specific.
Oriunde ai deschide unul dintre volume, te afli n centrul
universului poetic, aceleai idei, aceeai atitudine de
scepticism revoltat. La nivelul limbajului, acelai
vocabular, bine acordat cu sfera conceptual, e recombinat
n noi i noi sintagme, cu actualizri ce in de mediul de
astzi i chiar imediat al fiinei aruncat n lume s
ispeasc Pcatul Originar. Se tie, pentru c spuneau
nelepii, fiul Evei nu triete ntr-o lume lipsit de
vaiete. Ambiia de a-i construi o meditaie personal,
imposibil de realizat la nivelul vocabularului poetic deja
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obosit, e compensat de arta combinaiei cuvintelor, fr s


poat evita frecvena redundant a unor sintagme. Cea mai
frecvent, uneori plasat voit i de dou ori n aceeai
poezie, este Iluzia Vieii. Alte zeci de cuvinte cheie,
complementare, frapeaz prin utilizare ostentativ, spre a
sublinia ideea de Nonsens al Existenei. Snt preferate
serii de cuvinte scrise cu majuscul: Clip, Nemurire,
Iluzie, Absurd, Tcere, Moarte, Eternitate,
Adevr Absolut, Vis, Liber Arbitru, Pcatul
Originar, Iubirea, Singurtatea, nstrinarea,
Dumnezeu i multe altele. Sintagma care aduce aici i
acum trirea problematizat a existenei este Societatea de
Consum. Se degaj din poezie o frenezie a dublrii
cuvntului ce susine ideea. Adesea, aceast energie
debordant a reaezrii cuvintelor acoper ceea ce caui n
poeziile compuse pe una i aceeai tem, adic trirea
intens afectiv a sentimentului iluziei vieii, nuntru, nu
n afar. Aici s mai amintim de maniera de a distinge
cuvintele expresive ortografiate cu majuscul. Ploaia de
majuscule tinde s inunde cteva semnificaii de baz ale
poeziilor. i mai e o particularitate, punctuaia. Dup
fiecare vers, ncheiat sau nu ca neles, gramatical sau nu, e
pus virgula; punctul e pus de preferin numai dup
ultimul vers. Altfel dect Eclesiastul biblic, poetul nostru,
mai mult revoltat dect melancolic, ierarhizeaz
deertciunile destul de puin ordonat ca s poi urmri idei
clare. Semnificaiile se aglomereaz n una i aceeai
poezie, cum e Ierarhia Deertciunii. Dar nu e singura. De
vin poate fi realitatea contemporan care provoac pe
multiple planuri sensibilitatea poetului. Cuvntul
deertciune e angajat ntr-o combinaie grav, tioas,
pus s nsoeasc chiar fenomenul naterii lumii, pentru a
sugera, finalmente, prin alturri culinare foarte originale,
voit vulgarizatoare, dezgustul, greaa, la Sartre, lsate n
urm de contiina absurdului existenei. Am trimis la
poezia Industrie a Crnii Existeniale: Plugul
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Deertciunii sap adnc,/ n rna Existenei,/ vrnd s


nsmneze genele Iluziei Vieii,/ pentru a nate Lumea,/
dup o gestaie prelung,/ n pntecul fr limite al
Minciunii,/ care se sprijin pe Adevr pentru a exista,/
corbii negri ai gndurilor,/ dezvoltnd,/ O adevrat
Industrie a Crnii Existeniale,/ ncepnd,/ de la fripturi de
vise pe grtarul Absurdului,/ pn la,/ mezeluri de cea mai
bun calitate a Dezndejdii. Ceea ce gseti n aceast
poezie: paradox, nonsens, nihilism, dezabuzare, visuri
fcute scrum, toate acestea i altele se vor multiplica,
recombina caleidoscopic, n toat creaia cuprins n aceste
trei plachete.
Dac noiunile i conceptele sintetic cuprinse n
cuvinte i pstreaz constant nelesul, soarta cuvntului
nu e aceeai, pare s mearg spre epuizare, ca i fora de
nnoire a poeziei. Au i cuvintele soarta lor, n afar de
poezie, cum zice poetul. La nceput, paradoxal, Toamna
sentimental e prsit de recoltele nflcrate de
cuvinte, frenetic adunate de temperamentul aprins al
poetului ndrgostit numai de anumite cuvinte, cele din
semantica existenialist. Alteori, Stoluri de Cuvinte,/
brzdeaz cerul Amintirilor. n registru schimbat, cuvntul
e chinuit ca instrument al presei, violent, pe drept
incriminat de poet: Cuvinte lacustre,/ plng n ghivece de
Martiri,/ puse la ferestrele bordelurilor de Ziare,. Este
deplns soarta cuvintelor angajate insolit, grotesc: La
mcelria Cuvintelor,/ n colul strzii Destinului,/ se vnd
ciolane de fraze stricate,/ pulpe de nelesuri pentru
prjit,. i cu acest fragment am ilustrat originalitatea
combinaiilor verbale resentimentare, ce defuleaz o
atitudine poetic provocat de revolta mpotriva
nonsensului existenei. n cele din urm e metaforizat
iarna Cuvintelor,/ care ningeau peste Zilele noastre, i
e deplns soarta lor, cderea: n Noroiul unor Cuvinte,/
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lor: Cimitire de cuvinte se nir n sufletele,/ ce vor i


sper la nviere,. Aici cuvintele s-au ntors la poezie.
ns, cuvntul e numai instrumentul ce nu e numai al
poetului, doar a lui e problema de fond a existenei iluzorii,
resimit ca atare n termenii existenialismului de la
nceputul secolului 21. Acesta e miezul, laitmotivul zecilor
de poezii semnate de Sorin Cerin, distribuite studiat,
presupun simbolic numerologic, n fiecare plachet cte 77,
nici una n plus sau n minus. Din smna acestei idei
generos semnate, se ridic pentru poetul obosit de atta
frmntat gndire: Ierburi de ntrebri ce unduiesc alene
peste pleoapele/ Asfinitului,/ ce abia se mai pot ine
ntredeschise,/ n zarea unor Rspunsuri,/ ce par a fi migrat
ctre deprtrile reci ale Uitrii. Nota meditativ a acestor
versuri nu e cu totul descurajant. Poetul nu e nici depresiv,
nici anxios, pentru c are un temperament tonic. El o ia
mereu de la nceput, cu declaraii de nenvins voin de a
nelege, fr s accepte, ca astfel s se poat ntoarce spre
cunoaterea de sine. n imagini poetice rare se contureaz
un fel de rezumat al discursului poetic, concentrat n
poezia Ierarhia Deertciunii, ncheiat, n termenii
contemporaneitii absurdului. E un mod de a rennoi ceea
ce s-a mai spus, c mncm absurd pe pine. Pluralul
indic n poet un exponent n numele omului, n general,
granitul semnificnd taina de neptruns de care se lovete
trestia gnditoare: Crai pe Stncile Vieii,/ vrem s
nelegem granitul ca i cum ar fi,/ o trestie contient de
Sine. || Demolm pilonii Naturii Iluziei Vieii,/ ncercnd s
punem n locul lor,/ Un Vis cu mult mai strin de noi
nine. || Ruinm slbiciunea,/ devenind propriile noastre
epave,/ ce rtcesc spre nicieri. || S fie ochii Societii
de Consum fcui doar pentru a/ privi Ierarhia
Deertciunilor? Iubirea, care ar merita un comentariu al
nuanelor la care trimit imaginile poetice, este, n Vis i
realitate, o: icoan prins de pereii reci i insensibili,/ ai
unei catedrale a desfrului, cum este Societatea de
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Consum,/care ne consum vieile,/ pentru un Sens ce nu-l


vom afla niciodat. Dincolo de jocul cuvintelor se remarc
substantivul grav ce anuleaz cu totul sacralitatea
catedralei. E un transfer de semnificaii fabricat de revolta
permanent revrsat asupra tipului de societate n care
trim. Viaa noastr, se lamenteaz poetul n Feline
Existeniale: se vinde scump la tejgheaua Destinului,/
pentru a da gust Desfrului,/ abonat cu cartel de plceri n
regul,/ la Societatea de Consum./ Promisiuni
Dearte,/ i-au pierdut cheile mplinirii,/ iar acum fac
Morala cartelului de Legi,/ alturi de prostituatele
politiciene ale momentului. Limbajul violent, ca sgei
poetice aruncate i contra degradrii teribile a politicului,
defuleaz o revolt de tip nihilist, ridicat la rang de
principiu. inta absolut actual este nc i mai evident
atunci cnd, n poezia Jocul de-a Viaa cu Moartea, este
incriminat, cam n aceiai termeni, grdina Societii de
Consum Foamete,/ drept mari atlei ai tierilor de venituri./
Cntarele false i isterice ale Politicii,/ ne drmuiesc cu
parcimonie fiecare Clip.
Schimbnd subiectul, vocabula clip, n raport cu
eternitatea, actualizeaz o not din arsenalul de cuvinte
specifice din limbajul marelui gnditor existenialist care a
fost misticul Kierkegaard. Dup cum atitudinea clar atee,
cnd e vorba de Dumnezeu i biseric n poeziile lui Cerin,
actualizeaz duriti de limbaj, cu particulariti ale
existenialismului sartrean, n timp ce Matematica
existenei i multe alte poezii ne readuc n memoria
cultural imaginea acelei monde cass perceput critic
de francezul Gabriel Marcel.
Poate cea mai dens n concepte complementare
existenei, dintre poeziile celei dinti plachete,
esteDesfru. Snt ncercri de a da definiii, de a pune n
relaie lucrurile prin inversiune cu sens, din nou foarte grav
acuzatoare, cum e cea cu adres la mnstire. Sigur,
nefericirea fiinei care scrie o asemenea poezie, vine nu
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numai din contiina cderii omului n lume sub blestem


divin, dar i din ceea ce ar fi o consecin, respingerea, pn
la blasfemie a nevoii de Dumnezeu. Interogaia, din
poezia Desfru, care pare c las cititorului libertatea de a
da particulare rspunsuri, e un tertip al poetului contient de
ceea ce afirm la modul mascat: Existena este o nluc
prins ntre dou vise, Spaiul i/ Timpul./ Pacea va fi
mereu datoare Rzboiului cu propriile ei/ arme,
Deertciunea Democraiei i Dictatura./ Care desfru nu-i
are mnstirea sa i care crim,/ democraia ei? Poezia
continu cu o nou definiie a Existenei ca joc de
noroc, nsoit de Speran, niciodat lsat n voia
liberului arbitru, care i-ar da omului libertatea de a
schimba ceva. Rmne numai libertatea fiinei de a judeca
propria existen, etern ngrdit s poat depi absurdul.
Natura demonstrativ a poetului l condamn, extroversiv,
la excese, nct risipete prea generos ce a adunat cu greu
din biblioteca propriei viei i a crilor. Paradoxal, acelai
temperament e sursa puterii de a tri autentic sentimentul
de alienare, de nstrinare i accentuat singurtate, pn la
a-i simi sufletul ca o cas n ruin, din care, plecat,
fiina czut n neant, mai are ansa de a fi sortit
Eternitii. Rmn multe alte comentarii de fcut la cteva
cuvinte preferate ale poetului, nscrise cu majuscul. Dar,
despre Iubire, Dumnezeu, Biseric, Absurd, Clip
i Eternitate, Tcere i Moarte, poate, altdat. Ar
merita, pentru c acestui poet nu-i lipsete inspiraia rvnit
de alii, cum scria poeta Magda Crneci, dar el trebuie s se
fereasc de pericolul de a rmne un artifex, i, nc, s nu
calce prea apsat pe urmele din Bacovia ori Emil Botta,
spre a nu le desfigura prin exces.

Ana Blandiana:"Poezia de meditatie pe care o


scrie Sorin Cerin nu este o versificare de adevaruri
filozofice,ci o impletire de revelatii despre aceste
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adevaruri.Iar raportul dintre intensitatea acestor


revelatii si indoiala din care sunt construite adevarurile
este chiar piatra filozofala a acestei poezii.De
altfel,secretul de a putea fixa fulgerul revelatiei este o
problema la fel de subtila ca si aceea a pastrarii energiei
solare din zilele calde in cele reci."
Theodor CodreanuSorin Cerin este un gnditor
aforistic paradoxist, de o mare mobilitate a minii,
mnuind cu miestrie antitezele, mbinndu-le
oximoronic sau alternndu-le chiasmatic n probleme cu
mize majore din viaa noastr spiritual i social.
Poezia din Liberul arbitru este o prelungire a manierei
sale de meditaie, impregnnd-o i cu o doz potrivit
de kynism (n sensul dat cuvntului de Peter Sloterdijk),
reuind, totodat, performana de a rmne pe teritoriul
lirismului autentic chiar i atunci cnd vitupereaz
Corbii vulgari necrofili i necrofagi ai Viselor.
Ioan HolbanDespre expresivitatea i bogia
nelesurilor transmise Celuilalt prin tcere a scris
pagini antologice Lucian Blaga. Poetul de azi scrie, n
Marile Tceri, o poezie a sentimentului religios, nu de
amvon, ns, ci n gnd cu Dumnezeu, n meditaie i n
fulgerarea gndului spre clipa Creaiei. Poezia lui Sorin
Cerin este a unui alt Cain rtcind n pustie, pstrnd,
nc, frnturi din bucuria edenic pentru a iei din
menghina lumii unde omului czut i se surp
orizontul sufletului n ploi de foc i urme de plumb.
Prof.univ.dr.Maria Ana Tupan "Meditaiile lirice
ale lui Sorin Cerin au ceva din amestecul paradoxal de
disperare i energie a revoltei din eseurile filosofice ale
lui Emil Cioran. Sesizarea tragismului i grotescului
existenei nu conduce la paralizie psihic, ci la nihilism
exorcizant i blasfemitor. Sfada cu adulterinul
Dumnezeu apelativ ocant dar foarte expresiv pentru
idea de pcat originar al lui Dumnezeu care trebuie
s fi zmislit lumea rea prin adulter cu Satana capt
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accente sarcastice n vignetele unei Biblii desacralizate,


cu un Creator care meterete firmamentul la o mas de
fierar i un Diavol n care s-au contopit toi fronditii
hippy-rap-punk-porto-ricani:

[] stelele alcoolice, ale unui Univers, lacom, meschin i


cinic, bute de Dumnezeu la masa Creaiei,
pe cerurile nlcrimate ale Fericirii, mzglite cu graffiti de
Diavol,
Dac poetul i-a propus n poemul La un grtar un exerciiu
urmuzian, reuita e perfect. Nu numai ingenioase salturi
mortale pentru logica identitii de pe un nivel ontologic n
altul admirm aici, ci i tropismul de o baroc inventivitate
al unui Eucharist pe dos, cci ntr-un univers al vieii spre
moarte, cel care se frnge e spiritul, cuvntul, pentru a
revela un ... trup deleuzian, animalic, descris ca minuioasa
hart anatomic a unui student medicinist. Poetul ne
surprinde prin noutatea i revelaia definiiei aforistice,
cci, dup primul moment de surpriz, acceptm peisajul
moralizat al timpului, cu un trecut mort, un viitor viu i un
prezent iluzoriu, contrar sentimentului comun c viaa trit
e eul nostru cert, c doar prezentul exist cu adevrat i c
viitorul e pur ipotez. Cerin redefinete fiina uman ca
aflndu-i autenticitatea n multiplicarea mental a realitii
terne i ca proiect existenialist".

Prof.univ.dr. Mircea Muthu "Disperarea de a gsi


un Sens existenei contemporane aluvioneaz
testimoniul poetic al lui Sorin Cerin n care amurgul
limbajului, asociat cu clepsidra spart a timpului,este
resimit cu acuitate tragic de cuvintele noastre
torturate.
"Meditaia, ntoars spre sine nsi de oglinzile
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nesfrit, se automacereaz la aceeai temperatur febril,


de arc voltaic, enunat in nuce de sintagma ploilor de
foc.

Prof.univ.dr. Cornel Ungureanu " Sorin Cerin


propune un discurs poetic despre felul de a trece
"dincolo", o reflecie i o ngndurare care are nevoie
mereu de majuscule. Cu majuscule, cuvintele pot s
suporte accentele apsate ale autorului care pete. cu
atta energie, pe trmurile frumos traversate de cei
nzestrai cu harul preoiei. Sorin Cerin ritualizeaz
timpurile deconstruciei poetice, dac e s nelegem
cum se cuvine desfurarea versurilor sub steagul
titlului."
Prof.univ.dr. Ion Vlad "Sorin Cerin si-a definit
poemele din volumul "Marile Taceri""poezii de
meditatie" Fara indoiala,reflexivitatea e dominanta
creatiei sale, prezidate de interogatii,revolta,nelinisti si
o dramatica cercetare a TACERII,topos al indoielilor,al
cutezantei si al aventurii spiritului in permananta
cautare a adevarului;poezia sa urmeaza unei axiologii
de un intens dramatism.E lirica luciditatii,a meditatiei si
a lirismului autentic".
Lect. univ.dr. Laura Lazr Zvleanu:
"Intelectual format la coala bucuretean, dar simind
nevoia s se revendice, admirativ, de la modelul critic
al colii clujene, unde i identific modelele exemplare
n profesorii Ion Vlad i Mircea Muthu, Sorin Cerin i
construiete i poezia intertextual, pentru c poetul
Marilor Tceri i declar peste tot maetrii, identificai
aici, intrinsec, cu Blaga (prin reflecie filozofic i
structur prozodic uneori voit calchiat dup Poemele
luminii) i Arghezi.nsui titlul volumului, Marile
Tceri, impune imperativul unui dialog implicit cu
poezia lui Arghezi purtnd acelai titlu.Cutrilor
febrile din Psalmii arghezieni ale unui Dumnezeu
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chemat s se arate, le rspund aici interpelrile fr


odihn ale unui apostat credincios, care se sfie, n
pustia gndului i a imaginii frnt oglindite de lumea
declarat, ntre dragoste denunatorie i revolt tandr,
ntre blestem incantatoriu i rug deghizat, de venic
ndrgostit, fr putin de a-i declina, n realitate,
fervoarea, dei cuvntul experimenteaz, estet, ntregul
lexic blasfemiant i apocaliptic.O duplicitate
izbvitoare, n fapt, care - strigndu-i drama
nstrinrii i a introspeciei ratate, ca i neputina
ntlnirii cu cellalt sau spaima suprapunerii cu el, ntr-
o lume al crei sens este rtcit n tenebrele lagrelor
de idei, la interferena unui timp i unui spaiu ajunse
la capt de hotar -,nate, in litania `a rebours,
semnele creaiei mntuite, n plin festin cinic, pe masa
olarului iubirii"
Conf. univ. dr.Clin Teutian "Poezia lui Sorin
Cerin declam o fatal nostalgie a Sensului. Gndirea
poetic ncearc recuperarea lui, din fragmente
disparate, readuse la un loc prin travaliul liric,
nchipuind o posibil hart reconstituit, fie i
fragmentar, a lumii, dar mai ales a fiinei. Metaforismul
neovizionarist este cadrul de referin al acestor poeme,
traversate, cnd i cnd, de parabole ale realului, "citit"
n cheie simbolic, dar i ironic. Cinismul lipsete cu
desvrire din versurile lui Sorin Cerin.Aceasta
nseamn c personajul liric ce cuvnt n paginile de
fa, mai exact contiina liric, pune o presiune etic
asupra realitii, fornd-o astfel s-i asume propriile
adevruri uitate."
Prof.univ.dr.Cornel Moraru"Profet al neantului
existenial, poetul face parte din categoria moralitilor,
rezumnd ntr-o manier fulgurant precepte aforistice
i proiecii aspre dintr-o viziune extatic de sfrit de
lume. Meditaiile sale dezvolt o retoric furibund pe
tema "nonSensului Existenei", dei exprim mai mult
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ndoieli dect certitudini i ntrebri dect rspunsuri.


Intensitatea implicrii n acest demers liric atinge, pe
rnd, cote extreme: de la jubilaie la sarcasm i de la
indignare, din nou, la extaz..."
Prof.univ.dr. Ovidiu Moceanu "Prin cimiterele
viselor, volumul semnat de Sorin Cerin, poezia marilor
ntrebri existeniale i caut un nou statut, construind,
n texte care comunic subteran, un chip al omului
interogativ. "Catedrala existenei" are capcanele ei,
"Adevrul absolut" pare de neatins, "Crinii albi ai
adevrului" pot ucide, "dac nu-i aeriseti cmara
minii", eul poetic descoper mai degrab un
"Dumnezeu prea amar"... Toate acestea sunt expresii
ale unei stri de mare tensiune interioar, n care
luciditatea sgeteaz revelaia i limiteaz trirea
deplin a sensului existenei".
Prof.univ.dr. Dumitru Chioaru"Discurs profetic,
filosofic sau poetic? - e greu de determinat n care se
ncadreaz textele lui Sorin Cerin. Autorul le
nglobeaz toate trei ntr-o formul personal, aparent
desuet estetic, rostind ns cu suflu de poeta vates
ultimele cuvinte dinaintea Apocalipsei. O apocalips n
care lumea desacralizat i dominat de false valori
sfrete pentru a putea regenera prin Cuvnt".
Prof.univ.dr. tefan Borbly "Spirit profund i
sincer religios, Sorin Cerin caut disperat dup
diamantul ascuns n negurile molozului, ale cenuii. Un
ntreg arsenal al modernitii negative - cni ale
pustiului, apa uitrii, abatoare, srbtoarea continu a
suferinei, maimua de lemn putrezit etc., etc. - e
chemat s denune, n versurile sale, "armele letale ale
societii de consum" i "ospiciul" alienrii prin
mercantilizare a existenei noastre de fiecare zi. Tonul e
apodictic, pasional, profetic, nu admite nuane sau
replici. "Noii pai ai credinei" sunt enunai
peremptoriu ca speran a mntuirii colective, "lumina
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divin" se ntrezrete, izbvitor, la captul nc


ndeprtat al supliciului, ns, pe moment, poetul pare
s fie preocupat exclusiv de retorica eschatologic,
ntrezrind decdere, demisie moral sau ruine cam
peste tot pe unde-l poat paii sau privirile"
Gheorghe Andrei Neagu "Definitoriu pentru acest
autor pare s fie pe drept cuvnt, ndoiala, drept piatr
de temelie a poemelor sale(Greeala pag.73)l felicit pe
autor pentru cutezanele sale stilistice din "Din ochii
luminii divine pag.81 precum i din celelalte pcate
cuibrite n snul lui creator. Cred c literatura romn
are n Sorin Cerin un scriitor al mileniului 3 care trebuie
abordat cu mai mult insisten de critica de
specialitate"
Marian OdangiuLirica lui Sorin Cerin este una a
ntrebrilor eseniale: relaia Fiinei cu Divinitatea ntr-o
lume din ce n ce mai distorsionat valoric ( i
distorsionant n acelai timp !), dispariia unor repere
fundamentale - atrgnd dup sine interogaii
copleitoare i infinite neliniti -, absena tot mai
tulburtoare a unor Adevruri care s deschid calea
spre Mntuire, ndoielile profund demotivante asupra
Sensului Vieii, absurd nlat la rang de raiune
existenial alimenteaz spaima i angoasele poetului.
Versurile sale dezvolt astfel o veritabil retoric a
disperrii, n care, aidoma unei insecte halucinate de
Lumin, autorul lanseaz ntrebri fr rspuns, caut
confirmri acolo unde acestea au intrat de mult n
disoluie, navigheaz ndurerat dar lucid printre imagini
i metafore de elevat i convingtoare pregnan,
construiete scenarii apocaliptice despre Via, Iubire i
Moarte
Eugen Evu:"...crile par a fi obiecte de cult-
cultur-proprie testamentar ale unui ceremonial, al
neo-cunoaterii, platonic-socratice sub semnul
Guvernmntului General al Genezei bunoar. Ceea
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ce merit considerat este i imperativul transparent al


autorului de a comunica n limba natal, romneasc.
Singurtatea atribuit Sacrului este totui a fiinei
umane n ipostaza ei reductiv, a condiiei
umane.Cum Vinea scria, poetul vede idei ale sale,
sau oglindire n odaia cu oglinzi a bibliotecii
universale. Un destin desigur personal, in mare parte
asumat, nota bene.n volumul Politice, la extrema lui
H.R. Patapievici poetul este bine-tiutor al problemei
eliadeti, al cderii umanului n zoon politikonntre
raionalism i iraionalism, Sorin Cerin navigheaz pe
Oceanul Interconnection."

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CUPRINS

1. Marile Tceri
2. Oper Divin
3. Sevrajul seduciei
4. Piepturile deprtrilor
5. Crim
6. Libertate ruginit
7. Solul Neodihnei
8. Nebunie
9. Surs
10. La un grtar
11. Nopi adnci i reci
12. Sfini ascuni
13. Srutul Eternitii
14. A emigra
15. Farmece surde
16. Hram Funerar
17. Aripi de valuri
18. Masa sinistr a sensului Lumii
19. Crtie
20. Timp nu
21. Vise cu mnui
22. Calea Supliciilor
23. Srbtoare
24. coala Patimilor
25. Sraci cu duhul
26. Respiraia Viselor
27. Bordelul Moralei
28. La cutia milei
29. Scncet
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30. Clovni de Adevruri


31. Cod de nmatriculare
32. Crucea Orizonturilor
33. Vntul Deertciunii
34. Mna unui Destin
35. Casa de marcat
36. Btrna Cucuvea
37. Ndejde
38. La pre de chilipir
39. Dumnezeul Nimnui
40. n van
41. Rdcin amar
42. Crucile oaselor
43. Zi de salariu
44. Fr acoperi i fundaie
45. Contiine de Scrum
46. Chiverniseal
47. Carusele de Patimi
48. Destinele Marilor Singurti
49. Ard Zorii
50. La capt de hotar
51. Candele aprinse
52. Viori ce sfie carnea
53. eluri mplin
54. Infantil i cinic
55. Gheare de oel
56. edine interminabile
57. Umbre stranii
58. Ar putea fi Predestinare
59. Neant izbvitor al Morii
60. Babilon
61. De ce pltim att de scump
62. Cugetele ppuilor vii
63. Recolta Lui Dumnezeu
64. Ocean de Foc
65. Fr umbrel
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66. La crematoriu
67. La Ceasornicarul Unic i ntmpltor
68. nger lupttor
69. uvoaie de dini
70. Marile Tceri i nsingurri
71. n mod ticlos
72. Noroiul Cuvintelor
73. Orizonturi ademenite
74. Vina de a Exista
75. Pentru ce i pentru cine?
76. Neant surd i rece
77. Emanciparea Istoriilor

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1) Marile Tceri

nfrigurat de pensula,
prin care ne-a zugrvit,
Dumnezeul Iubirii sufletele,
am vrut s rup pictura,
ce-mi ncadra Destinul,
rezemat pe oasele albite i ngheate,
ale Clipelor,
ajunse ceretoarele,
ntregului Cimitir de Vise,
ce nc-i mai lustruia Iluziile Vieilor,
cu flacra unei Realiti,
cumprat la pre redus,
de ctre Moarte.

Doar ceasurile surdo-mute ale Amintirilor,


mai strigau n infinita tcere a Marilor Tceri,
prin care ne spunem psul Pailor surghiunii,
pe puntea Suspinelor,
trecut doar de Eternitatea,
mplinirii ntmplrii Nentmpltoare.

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2) Oper Divin

Prin Viitor trim iar prin Trecut murim,


n timp ce prezentul exist,
doar prin Iluzia Vieii,
demonstrndu-ne c de fapt nu existm,
dect aidoma unei umbre,
ce ar fi fost mai demult dect Vremea,
n Unica ntmplare Nentmpltoare,
care este Contiina Lui Dumnezeu,
n momentul cnd i-a dat seama c exist,
Universele cu Lumile lor,
desprind binele de ru,
fericirea de suferin,
pentru a ne crea,
Moartea,
marele salvator al mreei opere divine.

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3) Sevrajul seduciei

A crede nseamn nainte de toate a ti c vei muri.

Simboluri sparte-n stelele alcoolice,


ale unui Univers,
lacom, meschin i cinic,
bute de Dumnezeu la masa Creaiei,
se zbat cu aripile frnte,
pe cerurile nlcrimate ale Fericirii,
mzglite cu graffiti de Diavol,
n toate culorile curcubeului de vicii,
stoarse din atrii Amintirilor,
cu degetele razelor,
Iubirilor tremurtoare i profane,
de ctre sevrajul seduciei,
pn la ultima pictur,
pentru a nu fi att de plictisitoare,
aceleai divagaii spuse la beie,
de ctre Demiurg,
despre credina n Iluzia Vieii,
frumusee i mplinire.

Nu ncerca s-i nelegi fericirea.

Cum ar arta Fericirea dac nu ar exista Moarte?

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4) Piepturile deprtrilor

Toate primverile Cuvintelor,


s-ar topi n gheaa zmbetului,
unei singure Clipe,
de singurtate,
de n-ar fi jugul murdar i greu al Orizontului,
care s ne trag plini de vise,
spre o nou zi,
la fel de plumbuit i izolat,
de Dumnezeul Patimilor,
crora le-am fi czut din Paradis,
spre a nfrumusea Infernul,
cu suspinele mplinirilor mereu nenscute.

Ruri ovitoare i meschine de verbe,


i-au necat subiectele n deerturile,
Uitrii,
druite Morii,
ce a mai rmas,
unica furitoare de Inimi,
aprinse n piepturile deprtrilor de noi nine.

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5) Crim

Clopote turbate sfie carnea vnt,


a Cerului npstuit de Timp,
s fie biciuit de Furtunile Existeniale,
ale Strinului ascuns din fiecare suflet.

Nori mcelrii cu cruzime,


de seninul rece i neierttor al Crimei,
de a ncerca s ne splm de Pcatul Originar,
ce ne-a fost dat,
ca s fim mai buni,
dect Dumnezeul cel lacom, criminal i perfid,
care vrea copii cu viermi de mtase,
n ochii scorojii de cancere,
pentru a-i ese vetmnt de srbtoare duminical,
la biserica Deertciunii.

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6) Libertate ruginit

Libertate ruginit,
mi-e team s nu m nep n tine,
de tetanosul Existenei.

Moarte subit de caracter,


czut ca din trsnet,
pe religia Pcatului.

Vorbe goale fr sens,


erupte din vulcanul Creaiei,
stau ascunse de Minciun,
tocmai pe altarul Adevrului,
Iluziilor Vieii.

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7) Solul Neodihnei

Pai care strbat lacrimi,


las urme adnci pe solul Neodihnei,
necat mai demult dect Vremea,
n oceanul de aripi frnte ale viselor,
care se preling pe obrazul unui Timp,
nctuat s-i caute la nesfrit,
fiul blestemat i risipitor,
Viitorul.

Ferestre de jar ard privirile Cutrilor,


ce nu-i vor afla niciodat poarta Adevrului,
pentru care am fost fcui s contientizm,
Moartea.

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8) Nebunie

Politici oculte,
risipesc lanurile de simminte,
n visteriile de gnduri,
din ce n ce mai dezgolite ale sufletelor,
condamnate s se nasc,
sub Zodia Sclaviei.

Sfaturi nelepte,
date Nebuniei care ne pune laul Iubirii,
la gturile reci i pline de orori,
ale lcomiei Banului.

Zorii ntunericului,
ceart necontenit poarta Luminii Divine,
ce era gata s se deschid sufletelor,
dar nu este lsat de ctre legile stricte ale Religiei,
votate n parlamentul Minciunii,
de nsi Creaia Lui Dumnezeu.

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9) Surs

Crmizi de Zile ruinate la mormintele Cerurilor,


cad surd peste cimitirele Iubirii,
n care s-a crezut undeva-cndva,
mai demult dect Eternitatea,
c va renvia Adevrul Absolut al mplinirii,
unui Dumnezeu ce pare acum,
al Nimnui.

Lume de menghin ce strngi cu trie,


orizonturile sufletelor,
n vltoarea legmintelor,
care nc mai credeau,
n zborul Urmelor de Plumb,
gata s-i reconstruiasc paii,
unui Trecut,
ce aparinea Ploilor de Foc,
unui Surs sarcastic,
decimat de spoiala cu care Iluzia Vieii,
a zugrvit,
Realitatea.

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10) La un grtar

La mcelria Cuvintelor,
din colul strzii Destinului,
se vnd ciolane de fraze stricate,
pulpe de nelesuri pentru prjit,
gheare de virgule ce nu stau pe propriile picioare,
numai bune pentru o fiertur cu semne de ntrebare,
puse aleatoriu lng urechile jupuite ale unui Predicat,
care transpir din toi rrunchii,
peste fleicile de Inimi,
aranjate n vitrina cu suflete nsngerate,
gata de vnzare,
Scrisorilor de Amor,
ale cror frigidere defecte,
nu le mai pot primi,
pentru a fi inute ani de zile la fezandat,
ca mai apoi,
gtite drept grtar de Amintiri,
pe rugul aprins al dragostei,
cu garnitur amar de Moarte.

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11) Nopi adnci i reci

Toate dramele din noroiul sentimental,


prin care calc din ce n ce mai apsat Lumea,
puteau fi puse demult,
pe masa olarului Iubirii,
spre a fi furite noi oale i surcele,
cimitirelor de pasiuni,
ngropate pe domeniul public al Destinului,
pentru a ridica fruntea nceoat
i ridat de fluviile dezndjduite,
ale Fericirii,
spre Lumina Divin,
ce ar mai fi rmas,
Strinului din fiecare Inim.

Rugciuni ptimae,
ning cu snii sterpi ai Timpului,
peste streainile privirilor pierdute,
ale Omenirii,
aeznd troiene de flcri iscoditoare,
peste sngele cadaveric al apusurilor,
ce par a se stinge,
n nopile adnci i reci ale Morii.

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12) Sfini ascuni

O btrn de Nelinite,
srac de Sperane i murdar de Rtciri,
adun creuzetele sparte ale Destinelor,
prin care notau mai demult dect Vremea,
Iubirile.

Farmece ascunse bntuie privirile scormonitoare,


ale Sfinilor ascuni n icoanele Sentimentelor,
aburite de respiraia Adevrului Absolut,
att de rece,
nct a ngheat pn i Idealul,
de a ne construi pe fiecare trectoare a Vieii,
dintre munii Existenei,
cte un altar al Nemuririi,
Cuvntului care ne-a ntrupat,
suferina.

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13) Srutul Eternitii

Rdcini sfioase cad n golul rnii unor Vise,


ce vor s ademeneasc Primvara,
s le viziteze la Azilul Topoarelor,
unde abund de cheresteaua nlcrimat a Uitrii.

Neguri vrstnice de Amintiri,


abtute i ncovoiate,
mpletesc garduri de spini n jurul Cimitirului,
nfricoate ca nu cumva s le fie furat,
i care le mai hrnete din cnd n cnd,
cu noi monumente funerare ale Ochilor de Cer,
n care s-au pierdut cndva,
pn i cele mai tari i sngeroase,
Cuvinte,
care ne-au ntrupat,
Srutul Eternitii,
Strinului din Noi,
ucis n cele din urm,
de Iluzia Vieii.

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14) A emigra

Cntece de rugciuni vagaboande i meschine,


se scurg repezi i amenintoare,
peste orologiul sfinilor mutilai,
din prul rvit al Religiilor,
splndu-le feele ncletate,
ce par a ceri Adevr,
din icoanele pline de decapitri i crime,
pe care le prsesc pentru totdeauna,
spre a emigra,
pe carpetele Amorului,
ce pzesc paturile ndrgostite de Profan,
sau pe muamalele moderne ale feelor de mas,
unde mai prind din cnd n cnd,
o firimitur din pinea Fericirii,
sau cte o pictur sau dou,
din ciorba fierbinte a Clipelor,
ce pteaz costumele impecabile ale tiinelor,
prelinse de pe lingurile hmesite de buzele Sorii,
care sorb cu obstinaie,
Viaa legumelor de Destine,
fierte n sucul propriu,
al Societii de Consum.

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15) Farmece surde

Vrjitoarele pustiului,
din frunzele ruginite ale gndurilor,
ceart amgirile basmelor spuse la focul Dragostei,
atunci cnd jarul privirilor scnteiaz,
n miliarde de fantome ale unui singur neles,
cu nume de Iubire.

Farmece surde,
ticluiesc Zrile adormite,
de frigul Deertciunii,
care se cuibrete,
ncet dar sigur,
pe fiecare petal a nserrilor,
ce par a nu mai cunoate Zorii Zmbetelor,
niciodat,
dincolo de Moarte.

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16) Hram Funerar

Urme de Paradis,
mai strlucesc n ochii despuiai,
de vemintele Fericirii.

A vrea s m scufund n adncurile Cerurilor din ei,


dar simt c m neac mreia genunchilor Iubirii,
de a se ndoi n faa Deertciunii,
devenit sfinenie a dorinelor crnii,
din care au nceput s se hrneasc,
pn i sfinii vegetarieni ai Sacralitii,
devenini Profani,
ce tremurau de foame prin Mnstirile Singurtii,
dup ce-L pierduse pe Dumnezeu,
la bordelul Norocului legat,
de vrjile celor viteji,
de a primi Moartea,
drept,
cea din urm hran sufleteasc,
a Hramului Funerar al Iluziei Vieii,
la rscrucea cruia,
Eternitatea Adevrului Absolut,
ucide Timpul,
iar Neantul devine mpria fostei Existene,
ajuns acum o simpl fil de Uitare.

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17) Aripi de valuri

Instinctele sulielor sfinesc Moartea,


pe obrajii virgini ai Nemuririi,
ridicnd Soarele ndoielii,
pe Cerul Prpastiilor,
dintre eternitatea Clipei
i podul plmilor n care ne-am ascuns,
inndu-ne ct mai strns,
minile mpreunate ale Sruturilor,
arse de seceta,
din sudoarea gndurilor tale,
i verighetele pustiului din mine,
ce par a-i fi pierdut,
degetele mirajelor,
care ne desenau pe nisip,
mariajul divin,
dintre Dumnezeu i Iubire,
aratndu-ne trupul Nemuririi,
nesfrtecat de schijele certurilor,
dintre oceanul Viselor i rmurile regsirilor,
ce par att de pierdute,
aripilor de valuri care ne frmnt,
frunile inundate de Moarte,
nct par a se scufunda ncet dar sigur,
spre abisurile unui Timp,
care nu ne va mai aparine vreodat.

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18) Masa sinistr a sensului Lumii

Solitudine plin de tenebrele lagrelor de idei,


ce nc-i mai doresc,
libertatea de a deveni strzi aglomerate cu Vise,
pietruite de cte o ans,
ce calc sfios pe genele jucue,
ale unei raze de soare,
din trupul Amintirii,
care sufer de cnd se tie de insolaie.

Stncile ascuite ale Viitorului,


sfrtec carnea Valurilor,
pe rmurile virgine ale sufletelor,
ce nc nu i-au cunoscut,
naterea contientizrii Morii,
care le va cldi biserici,
de suspine i remucri,
cu care se vor hrni,
Absurdul i Deertciunea,
fr a mai lsa nici mcar o firimitur,
n urma lor,
pe masa sinistr,
a sensului acestei Lumi.

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19) Crtie

Reprouri ambalate n cutii de lene,


aezate pe stativele ncruntrii,
roiesc pe genele aprinse ale deochiurilor,
unei lumi a crei busol nu arat niciodat,
Linitea.

Crtie obscure, nervoase i anevoioase,


ce vor elitism,
sap cu aplomb prin plumbul pailor,
care merg sfidtor de greu,
spre Moarte.

Altare de mirodenii ale plcerilor,


fumeg prin covrigii cinilor maidanezi ai politicii,
inui n coada concurenei,
ca s te mbie la crim.

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20) Timp nuc

Mucate zurlii,
stau gata s se repead prin colii Timpului,
la mna ntins de Soart,
Vieii,
plin de cicatrici,
mai btrne dect Vremea Compromisurilor,
ce nc muc cu nesa,
Societatea de Consum.

Roiuri de albine ale Amintirilor,


neap privirea Zilei,
care nu poate s zreasc,
faa Timpului nuc,
ce tocmai i amanetase,
Viitorul,
unor Clipe prostituate ale Moralei.

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21) Vise cu mnui

Pustiuri de patimi,
nvineesc ochii prfuii,
ai rnii n care s-a ntrupat,
Cuvntul Facerii.

Visele cu mnui,
i irosesc truda nesioas a Deertciunii,
oftnd amarnic,
dup un singur semn de la Dumnezeul Adevrului,
ce pare prea ocupat cu Minciuna Existenei,
nct las n voia Sorii,
toate bunele i relele Vieii.

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22) Calea Supliciilor

Oare de ce iubete Dumnezeu mai mult,


lacrimile crocodililor dect pe cele ale oamenilor?

n care gar a tras trenul Nemuririi, iar cltorii Destinului


au refuzat s cltoreasc cu el?

Ct singurtate i mai rmne Morii n urma Vieii?

De ce Crima este privit cu dispre, iar Morala Crimei cu


admiraie?

Unde i-a croit Lumea masca zmbitoare ce-i ascunde


Calea Supliciilor?
Nu la atelierul Infernului din oameni?

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23) Srbtoare

La fabrica de renovat Viei,


este srbtoarea Adevrurilor,
n cinstea crora,
se spoiesc cu var pereii scorojii ai Speranelor,
pentru a nu le fi vzute oftaturile.

Uile mplinirilor sunt lcuite cu Iluziile Vieii,


ferestrele pasiunilor,
cu toate c sunt crpate pe alocuri,
se spal de zor,
pentru a lsa lumina Vieii,
s desvreasc ct mai strlucitor calea spre Moarte.

Mobilierul cam nvechit al Religiei,


este reparat de meterii destoinici ai Moralei,
n timp ce pe tavan,
i face apariia o molie destoinic a nelepciunii,
care este ucis pe loc,
pentru a nu roade vemintele scumpe ale Clipei,
ce nu accept nici n ruptul capului s se supun,
Fericirii,
ascunse n buzunarul rupt de pcate,
al Timpului.

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24) coala Patimilor

La coala Patimilor,
se nva pe rupte Nesbuina.

Sunt scoi la tabla neagr i nstelat a Universului buturii,


toi elevii silitori ai Iluziilor Vieii,
spre a fi ntrebai,
ce anume au nvat din beia Uitrii?

Cu toii rspund ntr-un cor al rmielor pmnteti:


Moartea!

Ca pe urm s se rentoarc fiecare n banca propriului


mormnt,
care se numete Via.

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25) Sraci cu duhul

Scorul Inimilor,
nu poate fi egalat niciodat de Fapte.

ntre Via i Moarte,


exist doar necesitatea Vieii de a se raporta la Moarte,
i a Morii de a se hrni cu Via.

Riscul,
este cea mai mare minciun,
pe care o poate spune Soarta.

De ce mai exist psihoz n Iluzia Vieii?

Ct de sraci cu duhul sunt cei care cred n nelepciune,


i ct de srac este nelepciunea,
ce slluiete n duhul celor care cred?

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26) Respiraia Viselor

Ct importan s-i fi dat Moartea atunci cnd a realizat


c este mama adevratei Liberti?

Nu poi ucide Timpul fr s-i furi Clipa Eternitii.

ntr-o lupt a Vieii adevratul nvingtor este Existena


Morii.

Ct de sadic s fi fost Dumnezeu cnd a decis Liberul


Arbitru ntr-o lume a necesitilor?

Cror aripi le datorm respiraia Viselor dac nu celor ale


Pcatului Originar?

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27) Bordelul Moralei

Suntem pietre de moar,


agate de gtul ntrebrilor,
spre a fi aruncate n rul nvolburat al Cunoaterii,
unde ne scufundm cu fiecare btaie de Inim,
Destinele necate i abtute ale Experienelor,
spre a fi de folos Morii,
care cerne cernit,
fiecare bob de gndire,
spre a plmdi,
pinea mult visat de Absurdul Vieii,
pe care a denumit-o ca fiind Fericire,
pe masa plin de ciudenii a Libertii,
dobort de prea multe griji,
cu privire la deschiderea Bordelului Moralei,
devenit peste noapte,
Religie.

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28) La cutia milei

E aglomeraie mare la cutia milei,


unde sufletele ceresc ndurare,
Celui puternic n sadism,
i nelept n schingiuirea,
Strinului din noi nine,
unicul ce pare s ne neleag,
cnd realizm c Pcatul Originar,
ne-a fost dat spre necinste i dizgraie,
de cel ce tia dinainte ce va fi,
putnd face ca totul s lipseasc,
de la nceput,
atunci cnd s-a nscut hrana Morii,
devenit Via?

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29) Scncet

Caii Speranelor,
liberi de corvoada Destinului,
alearg printre stelele bahice,
ale unui Dumnezeu,
att de abtut de propriile pcate ale Creaiei,
nct au aprut bisericile neputinei,
ca ciupercile ntrebrilor,
dup ploaia amar a Religiei,
ce a reuit s prjoleasc,
pn i rna Contientizrii,
n care s-a ntrupat Cuvntul Facerii,
de bine,
ce pare a fi nsemnat,
o mare i grea njurtur de mam,
aruncat de la nceputuri,
pe pereii plini de igrasie ale Gndurilor,
care se lupt necontenit cu impulsul sinuciderii,
vznd cte pahare de agheasm sentimental,
mir al instinctului i tmie de farmece,
se sparg ntruna,
sub tlpile nsngerate ale Clipelor,
tiate n cioburile lor,
nlturnd pn i cel mai mic scncet,
al Pcatului de a iubi.

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30) Clovni de Adevruri

i-am arat miritea Orizontului,


cu buzele privirii Eternitii,
din zmbetul amar al Clovnilor de Adevruri,
spuse trengrete,
apusului nsngerat,
din Inima care ne-a btut Universul,
n loc s bat pentru noi.

Crizanteme otrvite de imagini,


strjuiesc mormintele Promisiunilor,
cu care ne nveleam Viitorul,
rcit de gerul stranic din iarna Cuvintelor,
care ningeau peste Zilele noastre,
acoperindu-le cu uitare.

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31) Cod de nmatriculare

Ochii orbi ai sfinilor ce par ai nimnui,


pe jumtate teri de Vremea Vremurilor,
ncremenesc zidurile ridicate,
de Adevrul Absolut,
i Minciuna Absolut,
care se premiaz prin rotaie,
la coala Iluziei Vieii,
unde fiecare devine cellalt,
prea de fiecare dat,
n trupul unui calendar al nimnui,
unde srbtorile devin banalitate,
alturi de sptmnile obinuite,
doar nite numere false,
nscrise n codul de nmatriculare,
al Morii.

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32) Crucea Orizonturilor

n spatele fiecrei stele st Focul,


nsctor de lacrimi i simiri,
mistuitor alean ce arde Viaa,
pe cile prfuite ale galaxiilor de ntrebri,
unele mai reci,
provenite din gheaa ntmplrilor,
altele mai fierbini,
ce tocmai aburesc ceaca aprins,
de dorul unor pai,
ce nu vor mai clca niciodat,
pragul privirilor,
ce par rstignite pe crucea Orizonturilor,
attor zile de singurtate,
unde fiecare Clip cade surd,
sprgndu-i eternitatea,
pe cimentul rece al Realitii.

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33) Vntul Deertciunii

Pai de piatr seac,


lefuii n Cimitirul Creaiei,
spre a deveni cavouri de lux,
ale unor demnitari escroci,
din paginile bibliilor,
ce-i denumesc sfini,
se ndreapt tcui,
grbovii de singurtate,
abia respirnd,
ctre mult promisa Lume de Apoi.

Urme de nori,
cad adnc n prpastiile cerului,
din sufletele Viselor,
aducnd ploaia strinului din ele,
transformat ntr-un uragan al dezrdcinrii,
a ceea ce trebuia s devenim,
i ce suntem de fapt,
n catedrala unde uier cu nesa,
Vntul Deertciunii.

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34) Mna unui Destin

Ruguri aprinse de mtnii,


slujesc la porile Libertii,
de a fi demni,
s ne dorim,
Moartea.

Pensule graioase de Legi,


zugrvesc pereii Gndurilor,
cu noi lozinci sentimentale,
cliee ale Absurdului,
spre a ne simi fericii,
n lumea Deertciunii.

Lacrimi secate de Adevr,


se preling pe Nisipul spulberat,
de Vnturile Nimicniciei,
care a uitat mai demult dect Vremea,
c s-ar fi aflat ntr-o clepsidr,
ce a fost spart,
de mna unui Destin,
al Nimnui.

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35) Casa de marcat

Zori congelai,
spre a fi vndui unei Zile,
puse pe cptuial,
s devoreze ct mai multe suflete,
la raionul unde mereu se pune marf proaspt,
cu nume de,
Moarte.

Culturiti habotnici ai Dezolrii,


umplu rafturile Amgirilor,
cu carnea dezosat a Iluziei Vieii,
artnd muchii dispreuitori ai Deertciunii,
tocmai la casa de marcat,
Viei.

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36) Btrna Cucuvea

Ne rezemm,
pe lanurile otrvite ale Necesitilor,
strivite de podelele privirilor n gol,
pe care le clcm,
n picioarele de lut ale Cunoaterii,
deseori,
creznd c suntem att de mplinii,
nct putem umple cu prea plinul nostru,
ntregul corp ciuruit al Iluziei Vieii,
care pare a se scurge necontenit,
n oceanul plin de regrete,
al Morii.

Doar Btrna Cucuvea a Speranei,


ne mai poate da ora exact,
a Timpului ce a trecut att de demult,
nct i-a pierdut ntregul prezent i viitor,
n ghiocul prsit al Singurtii.

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37) Ndejde

Vraj ncremenit,
dat cu limb de foc,
de ctre Moarte,
s ne ard ct mai profund,
Cuvntul n care ne ascundem Cunoaterea,
ce ne-a devenit cas i mas,
a Marilor Tceri,
veminte pe care le purtm,
ntreaga Via,
spre a nu deveni goi i abtui,
n Clipa cea din urm a Ndejdii,
din globul de cristal al rnii,
unde ne-am ntrupat,
spre a deveni un Absurd de Lume,
numai bun de consumat,
de ctre Cimitirele Creaiei.

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38) La pre de chilipir

Miracolele Adevrului Absolut,


se vnd,
la orice bcnie a Destinului,
pe band rulant,
cu meniunea,
c nu pot fi fabricate dect de Moarte,
deoarece,
este unica,
care deine patentul acestei mrci,
att de cutate de ctre Vise.

n schimb,
putei gsi nepsri,
suferine, minciuni,
deertcini, crime,
toate produse din belug,
de Iluzia Vieii,
i nc la pre de chilipir,
pe taraba inconfundabil,
a Destinului.

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39) Dumnezeul Nimnui

Petalele sufletelor crinilor mutilai,


de lupta dintre Iluziile Realitilor,
din Societatea de Consum Sperane Dearte,
nc mai miros a Discriminare,
n i de,
mas,
fr fa,
anonim,
dar cu tacmuri,
poleite cu Vorbe Goale,
pornografice i infantile,
ale Adevrului crud,
al Morii,
pe care s-i aeze coatele hulpave,
fr nici un discernmnt,
gata s se nfrupte cu noi Pcate Originare,
Dumnezeul Nimnui.

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40) n van

Trunchiuri de veminte goale,


ale unor Cuvinte nenelese,
putrezesc la morga Toamnei,
sufletului tu primvratic.

Aripi uscate i stoarse de Ateptri,


miros i acum a naftalin,
att de bine au fost conservate,
de Timpul neierttor,
al Pierderii.

Zugravi veseli i muncitori de Sentimente,


ne coloreaz de zor tririle,
tot mai cernite,
dup Clipele Eternitilor irosite,
n van.

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41) Rdcin amar

Imagini ce par terse din albumul Lui Dumnezeu,


ard picioarele descule ale Amintirilor,
unde eram o Eternitate,
de ferestre deschise ctre Lumina Divin,
ce prea c izvorte,
din trunchiurile Inimilor,
ce-i divinizau,
cerurile senine ale Focului Sacru,
care ne aprindea sruturile,
cu respiraia Serafimilor Fericirii,
din fiecare moment,
al Paradisului,
nvemntat n marele Cuvnt al Iubirii,
devenit acum,
rdcina amar cu care ne hrnim,
la masa Prezentului,
Moartea,
de noi nine.

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42) Crucile oaselor

Vise dearte,
ning,
peste ntinderea necuprins a Iluziei Vieii.

Marile Tceri surde ale Orizontului Regsirii,


reteaz orice urm de Suflet,
pe care orict l-a cuta,
n tolba cu rvae a Destinului,
nu-l voi mai regsi niciodat,
fiind ars pe rugul ntmplrii ntmpltoare,
prin care Dumnezeu ne-a furit Lumea,
cu miros de Clipe incinerate,
de morg a Eternitii,
de carne putred a Fericirii,
unde s ne nvm lecia dureroas,
a coroanelor cu spini de Incertitudine,
aezate ct mai la mod,
pe crucile oaselor ce ne mbrac trupurile,
crucificate de att de mult,
Iluzie a Vieii,
care nu ne va lsa niciodat,
s ne nelegem cu adevrat menirea,
propriei noastre Deertciuni.

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43) Zi de salariu

La abatorul Existenei,
e zi de salariu,
i toate Contientizrile i cer banii,
stnd la rnd n faa casieriei Faptelor,
ateptnd s fie servite de Moarte,
cu te miri ce nimicuri,
din care nu-i vor putea duce traiul,
nici pn la urmtoarea leaf de nelesuri,
dup ce au muncit contiincioase,
punnd capt Zilelor,
ce par a nu fi vzut niciodat,
Lumina Adevrului,
printre zbrelele ntunecate,
ale Iluziei Vieii.

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44) Fr acoperi i fundaie

Cascade de rfuieli,
curg asurzitor la urechile surde ale Existenei,
troienind slbatic,
sufletul Cuvntului,
ce a devenit casa unui ntreg Univers,
fr acoperi i fundaie,
doar cu ziduri de ntrebri,
ce par a fi puse spre a ne despri,
de trupurile nelesurilor,
spre care am fi tins,
nsetai de Libertatea Adevrului,
necat demult n propriile noastre nghiituri,
ale Deertciunii,
care ne-a astmprat setea,
propriilor Iluzii ale Vieii,
lsndu-ne mai nsingurai dect am fi fost,
n Moartea de unde am venit
i unde ne vom rentoarce,
la fel de goi.

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45) Contiine de Scrum

Perdele de fum ale Privirilor,


nctuate de strigtele infernale,
ale Marilor Tceri,
hrnesc Contiinele de Scrum,
ce ard n furnalele Existenei.

Oratori astmatici ai anselor,


propovduiesc cu minuiozitate de ceasornic,
fiecare Clip care ne apropie,
de izbvitoarea Moarte.

Greieri ce n-au cntat n viaa lor aria Fericirii,


fredoneaz cu nesa Visele Nemplinite,
pe aleile pustiite de dorul ochilor Amintirii,
a cror vraj,
a stat n sufletul Despririi.

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46) Chiverniseal

Colii de foc ai rnjetului avar,


din colul gurii meschine,
a Prostituiei Cuvntului Facerii,
sufoc pn i barierele Banilor,
menii s ne nvee,
dulceaa Morii,
atunci cnd ne lipsesc,
din buzunarele rupte ale Zilelor,
ce-au nvat s piard,
nc din cele mai ascunse gene ale Timpului,
care le-a hrzit,
mantaua plin de suspine,
ale anotimpurilor de patimi,
rpuse de ambiia isteric a Sinuciderii,
care se crede mai presus,
de orice lege,
a Chiverniselii,
iscodit de un Creator scormonitor,
n noroiul din albia Clipelor,
ce par a se scurge spre oceanul Dezolrii.

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47) Carusele de Patimi

Astrologi nlcrimai,
de basmele Zodiilor pierdute,
la licitaia Absurdului,
acestei Existene,
fr de noroc.

Carusele de Patimi,
se nvrt ademenitoare,
peste Marile Tceri,
ale Iubirilor mplinite,
prin Moarte.

Spltorii de creiere,
servesc meniurile amare,
ale promisiunilor neonorate,
de a ne avea pacea i linitea,
orict de murdare,
la cptiul propriului nostru,
cimitir de Sperane.

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48) Destinele Marilor Singurti

Coarde de piane aruncate,


la courile de gunoi,
ale notelor muzicale ce aparin Absurdului,
nlocuiesc funiile spnzurtorilor,
de Clipe Disperate,
ce implor Destinele Marilor Singurti,
s le pzeasc linitea propriilor furtuni ucigtoare,
uragane de Pasiuni,
ce par a nu-i mai regsi,
rmurile sufletelor de care s se loveasc,
mpreunnd oceanul ochilor ti nesfrii,
cu stncile la care ne-am nchinat ntrebrile,
unui Srut,
ce-i cuta febril Iubirea predestinat,
Adevrului Absolut,
incendiat de Timp,
pe rugul Amintirii,
ce a mbtrnit pe patul Uitrii,
descompus de ctre Deprtrile,
fr de sfrit ale Morii,
din noi.

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49) Ard Zorii

Ci nori s mai plteasc Cerul privirii,


pn cnd va crete Floarea Zmbetului,
n glastra Iubirii?

Ruguri de rou ard Zorii,


ridicnd ceaa Viselor,
ctre spaiile nesfrite ale mplinirii,
din trupul nc necopt al Speranei.

Zodii ale Inimilor,


ning cu flori de meri,
peste primverile unei ntlniri,
binecuvntat de nsi,
Marele Destin al Lui Dumnezeu,
ce ne-a aflat Eternitatea Clipei,
care ne-a devenit,
Totul,
pentru totdeauna,
rtcirilor noastre regsite,
n Sacralitatea Adevrului Absolut.

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50) La capt de hotar

Lacrim de iasc,
lume a Disperrii,
creti Moartea,
la snul matern al Naterilor.

Snop de gru al Remucrilor,


stropit din belug cu ploi de foc,
pentru a coace pinea otrvit a Iluziei Vieii,
care ne este servit drept Sens al Existenei,
atepi tcut la capt de hotar al Deertciunii,
Religia.

Marile Tceri,
ne mping ctre nesfritul ntrebrilor,
crora le rspunde linitit i previzibil,
Moartea.

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51) Candele aprinse

Veminte de vnt mbrac rna Cuvintelor,


spuse gndurilor surde,
n muenia unei Lumi,
a compromisurilor rsrite din norii unui Cer,
nstrinat de propriul su orizont,
de frmntri.

Candele aprinse,
sfinilor fr de Dumnezeu,
ard mocnind Existena,
pe rugul ce n-a cunoscut niciodat,
adevrul Focului Sacru al Iubirii,
ce mistuie fiecare oblon al sufletului,
nscnd ferestre de Lumin Divin,
att de departe n fiecare dintre noi,
nct realizm c suntem mai mult,
dect mreia ntregului Univers,
atunci cnd iubim.

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52) Viori ce sfie carnea

Drumuri nfundate,
cad prad Toamnelor,
din frunzele Adevrurilor,
ce ruginesc la picioarele,
descompuse ale Timpului,
printele tergerii de pe tabla neagr a Morii,
a tuturor celor vzute i nevzute,
tiute i netiute,
a fi binecuvntate,
de Simire.

Viori ce sfie carnea Muzicilor,


cnt ariile sfritului de lume,
stnd neascultate de nimeni,
n paradisurile efemere ale Iluziei Vieii,
gata s cread n propria ei realitate,
de vraj legat cu rdcinile Credinei,
funii de plumb la gtul nelepciunii,
unor catedrale ale Deertciunii,
pline de paii care mai cred n unicul Adevr,
care este Moartea.

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53) eluri mplinite

Psalmii furturilor de sine,


sunt intonai n altarele Cotidianului,
pentru a ne dezvlui,
capcanele ntinse de Clip, Zilei.

Lasouri ce par ncremenite,


stau aruncate de sfinii prini,
bisericilor din fiecare dintre noi,
ce par a nu fi fost clcate niciodat,
de Dumnezeu.

Adevruri ce alearg ncremenite,


dup elurile mplinite ale Iluziilor Vieii,
i caut cu nfrigurare consoartele,
cu nume de Minciuni,
la rubrica fals de matrimoniale,
din ziarele Dezolrii,
la care este abonat negreit,
Existena comarurilor,
din turnurile de filde,
ale Liberului Arbitru.

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54) Infantil i cinic

Lanurile Absurdului,
atrn grele i nepstoare,
de urmele Cuvintelor,
n care credeam c ne vom gsi Mntuirea,
ce prea dezlegat de Voina crucificat,
n Paradisul mult promis,
al Ochilor de Cer,
n care s ne pierdem pn i dorinele,
de a ne mai spla vreodat de Pcatele Originare,
ale unui nceput de Lume,
infantil i cinic,
pentru care am fost,
moneda de rscumprare,
a tuturor ororilor i greelilor,
comise de adulterinul Dumnezeu,
nscris pe condica de zi,
de la Bordelul Existenei,
n care ne-am nscut,
copiii vinovai,
ai Universului Sadic al Suferinei,
nerecunoscui de nimeni.

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55) Gheare de oel

Florile spinilor,
sunt aezate cu nesa,
la coroana nsngerat a Viitorului,
unei Lumi a crnii,
vndute cu o mulime de taxe dumnezeieti,
Plcerii masochiste de a fi elite,
ntr-o Societate de Consum,
Vanitate.

Gheare de oel,
inoxidabil firete,
sfie cu strnicie zadarnicele Vise,
demolnd ntreaga cas a mplinirii,
pentru a fi construit cavoul de lux al Nimicniciei,
din care ne-am adpat ntreaga existen,
calea spre Moarte.

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56) edine interminabile

Ruine de metafore,
mpnzesc scheletele Pmntului,
revocat de Zodiile celeste ale Confruntrilor,
din funcia de dttor de Via,
n aceea de furitor al Morii.

edine interminabile,
in sfinii prini ai Dezastrelor,
n bisericile trudite,
de Singurtile Marilor Tceri,
unde cucuvelele altarelor,
par a-i cnta prohodul,
dedicat cu abnegaie,
Viitorului.

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57) Umbre stranii

E rost de Cimitire prin Cuvinte,


pe taraba dispreului unei Lumi,
a Morii.

Fraze funebre,
plutesc pe rul fr de ntoarcere,
al Eternitii.

Lumnri aprinse de Rspunsuri fr ntrebri,


in umbrele stranii ale sufletelor,
prea departe de Focul Sacru al regsirii de sine.

Oricte ci ar exista pe feele ridate ale Viselor,


tot una singur o vom urma,
devenindu-ne Trecut.

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58) Ar putea fi Predestinare

Risipite sunt cile Deertciunii,


de a ne numi un Dumnezeu,
care s ne semene,
mai mult dect ne semnm noi nine,
n oglinzile paralele,
ciobite i prfuite ale Existenei,
n adncurile crora,
abia ne distingem feele de mas,
ale coatelor de Iluzii ale Vieii,
realiznd nesfrirea ntrebrilor,
care nu pot stvili ecourile surde i plumbuite,
ale contientizrii c suntem,
tot ceea ce nu putem nelege,
c ar putea s fie,
Predestinarea.

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59) Neant izbvitor al Morii

Aripi de vnt deschise ctre Vise,


plutesc ncreztoare,
peste sufletele furtunilor din Marile Tceri,
n care ne-am pierdut respiraiile Cuvintelor,
ce-aveau s se nasc,
din Neantul izbvitor al Morii,
a crui umbr pare a fi Viaa.

Valuri verzi de grne,


se sparg de rmurile drumurilor,
unui Destin naufragiat,
n viitoarea pine amar,
a Existenei,
cobort din turnul de filde al dreptii,
pe strada plin de igrazie,
unde domnete tristul Adevr,
al Disperrii,
dat cu camt Viitorului,
att de srac,
nct a ajuns s se hrneasc,
pn i cu propriul su Trecut imatur.

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60) Babilon

Corbii mnstirilor,
se rotesc amenintori,
peste sicriele de plumb ale nelepciunii,
ncercnd s sfie cu ciocurile de oel,
cadavrele Rspunsurilor,
ucise pentru sacrilegiul,
de a-i ine ntrebrile ascunse,
de ochii profani ai Credinei,
n clopotele de aur ale Babilonului,
ce nc mai dngne prin sufletele noastre,
solitar i trist,
adunnd,
inimile fr noim,
ale Amintirilor,
putrezite la poarta Uitrii,
ce pare ferecat pentru totdeauna,
de Moarte.

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61) De ce pltim att de scump

E atta Cer n paii Destinului tu,


nct toate corbiile Speranelor,
par a-mi merge doar sprijinindu-m pe ei.

Ce surde pot fi Marile Tceri ale sngelui,


ce-mi zvcnete la tmplele Dorului,
ofilind floarea Sursului pe care l-am pierdut?

De ce pltim att de scump,


fiecare Clip rvit i irosit la margine de ncredere,
nct nu ne-o mai putem permite niciodat?

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62) Cugetele ppuilor vii

Cascade de imagini,
cad n neantul amenintor al Necunoaterii,
flori de foc ale simirii,
sunt mistuite de gerul ntunecos i impersonal,
al desftrii divine,
abtut asupra unor sfini traseiti,
prea ocupai cu sforriile trase clopotelor,
din cugetele ppuilor vii,
din infernul cu nume de Lume,
care ne-a fost dat,
pentru a-l duce mai departe,
viu i nevtmat,
pentru a fi scut i pavz de tortur,
urmailor urmailor, notri,
pn dincolo de Moarte,
dac s-ar putea.

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63) Recolta Lui Dumnezeu

Ce poate recolta Dumnezeu din Creaia Sa?

Vorbe goale,
priviri pierdute,

pai ai nimnui ce merg netiind ncotro?

Voci surde care-i strig disperate Marile Tceri?

Iluzii ale Vieii ct cuprinde?

multe Patimi dar i mai multe Deertciuni?

Amintiri terse pe rmuri de Dor?

Valuri de suferine ce bntuie nencetat,


stncile abrupte i ascuite ale sufletelor,
sulie n care se nfig Libertile,
spre a muri demne de o Lume infernal,
furit dup gustul i chipul,
Marelui Creator i Unic ntmpltor.

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64) Ocean de Foc

Crengile deocheate ale generaiilor,


se succed amenintoare,
spre prpastia genetic,
a Destinului,
alienat i aliat ereditar,
al unui Dumnezeu,
care nainte de a crea Lumea,
trebuia s-i fac un spital de psihiatrie,
n care s ncap,
cu toate toanele i verbele ei,
scoase la mezat n faa spnzurtorii,
Puritii, Triniciei i Iubirii,
pe care Cineva le-a vrut moarte,
nc din faa nceputului,
acestui Ocean de Foc al Contientizrii,
care ne arde nencetat pe rugul Iluziei Vieii,
din ce n ce mai secat,
de lacrima izbvitoare a Morii.

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65) Fr umbrel

Plou cu noroi n fiecare suflet,


din norii nlcrimai ai Supliciilor,
care ne es lumina obscur a Dezndejdii,
pe cile desfundate ale Credinei.

Crucificai,
prea muli crucificai,
pentru crucile din ce n ce mai mpuinate,
cad sanctificai,
sacrificai,
pe altarele reci i inerte ale Crimei,
de a exista fericii,
chiar i sub oblduirea,
Pcatului Originar,
att de binefctor,
cum ne-ar spune Dumnezeu,
cu gloata Lui de Sfini Prini,
nct putem ridica frunile bunstrii,
ctre vzduhul insipid i incolor al Cunoaterii,
fr umbrel.

Mai crede cineva?

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66) La crematoriu

Mirosul din carnea Amintirilor arse,


se vinde la suprapre,
la Morga Crematoriului de Fericire,
unde fiecare palm de fum conteaz,
odat ce este dat Deertciunii,
de a ne tri Iluzia Vieii,
din plin.

Sicrie pline cu Tandreuri,


Sruturi, Promisiuni, Eterniti,
sunt duse direct n capela Uitrii,
unde rudele aparintoare,
mai pot spune o ultim rugciune,
nainte de a fi incinerate,
dar a cror Cenu grea,
de plumb topit,
se va scurge,
n formele apetisante ale Viitorului,
pentru a crea generaia,
gloanelor oarbe de mine,
ce va ucide cu acelai nesa i aplomb,
Adevrul Absolut al Eternitii unei Clipe.

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67) La Ceasornicarul Unic i ntmpltor

Ceasuri care i-au pierdut orele tririlor,


minutele Dorinelor,
secundele Clipelor,
par strine de ele nsele,
n vitrina prfuit de stele moarte,
ale Ceasornicarului Unic i ntmpltor,
care se numete Dumnezeu,
pe toate limbile arttoare,
care nu-i vor mai gusta niciodat,
numerele magice care ne artau momentele,
aranjate militrete ntr-un cerc,
spre a se roti odat cu Timpul,
n hora Existenei,
unei catedrale a Destinului,
prsit i ruinat,
pn i de spinii Pcatului Originar.

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68) nger lupttor

Instinctele animalice ale Zilei,


deseori superioare Cunoaterii,
nu pot premedita Moartea,
dect dac-i gust,
carnea topit de orice mpotriviri,
care s-ar mai putea zbate,
n laul vreunei nelepciuni,
a Contiinei,
prin care am putea fi numii Oameni,
ce contientizm Crima,
de a lupta mpotriva naturii,
propriului suflet,
al crui chip i asemnare,
pretindem a fi un Dumnezeu,
care i-ar fi pierdut Animalul din Sine,
devenind nger lupttor,
pe meterezele Justiiei Divine,
ale Infernului,
declarat Paradis al Lumii,
printr-o simpl mutare de pioni,
pe masa de ah a Minciunii Absolute,
devenit peste noapte,
Adevrul Suprem al Religiilor.

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69) uvoaie de dini

Plou tomnatic,
cu inimi asurzite de Marile Tceri,
splnd ferestrele zbrelite ale Amintirilor.

uvoaie de dini,
ce-au rupt cndva pinea nedospit a Patimilor,
curg asurzitor,
spre Cimitirul Oceanului Eternitii,
pe care nc mai plutesc,
Cuvintele naufragiate ale Clipelor,
fr nici o int,
pierdute printre ecouri pustiite de Vreme,
fr nici un port,
unde s-i poat pune catargele frunilor,
pe o pern de Vise,
fr de mine,
m ndrept spre Moarte,
unica cale dreapt a Lumii,
Iluziilor Vieii.

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70) Marile Tceri i nsingurri

Rsrituri multicolore de pasiuni,


igrasii ale Fiinei,
ce nc mai crede n perfeciunea,
Demiurgului vagabond,
lacom i la,
care ne-a zmislit,
ntreaga gam de boli,
de frdelegi i de Pcate,
ce puteau fi aruncate,
coului de gunoi al Universului,
nainte de Creaie,
dezvelind astfel statuia unei Lumi,
fr nici o vin de a exista,
sub un soare care i-ar fi fost oricum impus,
de ctre Destin,
la fel ca i acum.

Marele Creator i Unic ntmpltor,


a preferat Pcatul Originar,
fiindc altfel n-ar mai fi deinut Controlul,
asupra Marilor Tceri i nsingurri,
din sufletele noastre.

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71) n mod ticlos

Transpiraiile nocturne ale Superstiiilor,


par a-i fi gsit Suspiciunile,
n ochii fosforesceni ai pisicilor Speranei,
noctambule i scormonitoare,
din Visele fr de anse,
date unor Zori,
ai promiscuitii aceluiai Dumnezeu,
la fel de fad i de insipid,
precum este Viitorul fr nici un sens,
naintea Morii.

Doar oarecii ratai ai Soartei,


mai rod pe ici colo,
cte o firimitur de Iluzie a Vieii,
pe care st pus eticheta mincinoas,
a Liberului Arbitru,
care trage la gramaj mai mult,
de aceea au mai fost adugate pe ascuns,
n mod mrav,
ticlos,
i cteva ingrediente,
cum ar fi Frumuseea, Fora, Adevrul,
care dau cele mai cumplite boli spirituale,
n astfel de combinaii,
fiindc nici una dintre ele,
nu pot fi consumate fr de coninut,
precum Iluziile Vieii.

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72) Noroiul Cuvintelor

Spinii necrutori ai Sentimentelor,


ne otrvesc rdcinile,
prin care ne respirm rna ntruprii,
adesea insultat i repudiat,
neputnd nelege,
cum ne transform Gndurile,
n Noroiul unor Cuvinte,
obsecene i pline de invective,
pe care nimeni,
nu le-a putut nelege vreodat,
devenind o injurie la adresa Existenei,
atta vreme ct susine sus i tare,
c Dumnezeu,
s-a cldit la nceputurile Fiinei,
din ele,
furindu-le icoane,
n cele mai luxoase catedrale,
ale Marilor Tceri,
ascunse n Moartea din noi.

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73) Orizonturi ademenite

Roi de Sensuri,
ne nvrtesc Lumea dup bunul plac,
al spielor de Nscociri,
care ne aranjeaz rzboaiele i pcile,
dup cum bate vntul Nimicniciei,
care este prima crmid a Creaiei.

Orizonturi ademenite,
de un Viitor al Nimnui,
stau s cad surd,
peste deerturile trupurilor de Dorine,
pe care le adresm,
Iluzoriului Liber Arbitru al Vieii,
a crui comoar,
am descoperit a fi, Moartea.

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74) Vina de a Exista

La pas cu Absurdul,
am pornit ntr-o cltorie,
a genelor Deertciunii,
spre a ne ntrupa n Minciuna,
Facerii Lumii,
care ne cost preul pltit Morii.

Lupii Anilor,
alearg hmesii n haite de Destine,
atacnd tot ce iese n calea Vieii,
mai puin truda necesitilor zilnice,
prin care ne splm n tain,
de Pcatul de a-L Cunoate pe Dumnezeu,
nainte i dup Vina de a Exista.

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75) Pentru ce i pentru cine?

De ce Moartea,
ne nctueaz Destinul nc de la natere,
stpnindu-ne fiecare Clip,
pe care o ucide cu cinism sau izbvire?

Cte stele s fi numrat Amintirea,


pn cnd a decis s se ascund,
tocmai ntr-una cztoare din sufletul Eternitii?

Care pai au fost primii ce-au clcat Fericirea Nemuririi,


dac nu cei ai Iluzoriului Liber Arbitru?

i toate astea,
pentru ce i pentru cine?

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76) Neant surd i rece

Cutremure sentimentale,
ameesc tulpinile firave,
ale ntrebrilor,
izvorte din lacul fr margini,
al lacrimilor uscate,
de Marile Tceri,
ce n-au nceput i nici sfrit,
dect Neantul surd i rece,
al unui Cuvnt,
pe care Dumnezeu,
pare a fi uitat s-L pronune,
cu adevrat,
la Masa Facerii,
i se numea Iubire.

Astfel Libertatea a devenit,


dorin de Eliberare,
Fericirea,
un el de neatins adeseori,
iar Liberul Arbitru,
privirea ascuns i de neptruns,
a Iluziei Vieii.

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77) Emanciparea Istoriilor

Zorii pustiii,
sraci i prigonii,
de ticloiile Umbrei Instinctului,
care ne d suflu de Via,
pe teritoriile de Clipe nsngerate,
ale Morii,
ning cu resentimentele cernite,
ale Ploilor de Foc,
incendiindu-ne sufletele,
pe rugurile aprinse de Cunoatere,
Predestinrii,
unei Contiine a Iluziei Vieii,
scrobit la manetele pe care le poart,
atunci cnd ne traneaz carnea Zilelor,
la Abatorul Realitii,
pentru a ne hrni,
Necesitatea de a Trudi,
n continuare,
pe ogoarele pline de buruieni,
ale Istoriilor,
scrise pe paginile de foc,
ale Crimei i Furtului,
Minciunii i Subjugrii,
ce vor s se emancipeze.

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